Apple Picking 07

Well! It's been a long time since any of us have updated! One Local Summer is done, and I bailed on the last meal. Onil's sister and her family came down to visit us for Labor Day and there was too much going on to make sure everything we ate was locally produced. We did have a Cowboy BBQ (much like our Luau BBQ) and most of what we ate was local anyway. We'll do pictures of that whenever we get through everything -- between the Cowboy BBQ, Knoebels, boat racing, and just general sitting around, we took like a billion pictures that weekend. It's going to be a lot to go through, is what I'm saying.

This past weekend, though, we went apple picking. We wound up with 37½ pounds of apples. What are we going to do with all of those apples? Make 37½ awesome pounds of apple sauce, that's what. And maybe a pie or two. We went to Cherry Hill Orchards, south of Lancaster city. Here are our pictures:





Onil and Anna, waiting for the fun to start:



Faith and Amy, walking around and picking apples:



Anna and Onil wanted me to do a perspective shot:



They also wanted to get some shots of apples in mid-flight, so they chucked apples up in the air and took like a billion pictures:



Onil Appleseed:



I'm not sure why, but there was a corn field in between two rows of trees...



So someone (probably Onil) got the bright idea that we should lay down and look like we got run over like the corn.



Children of the Corn:



We always get a picture of Amy crying by signs telling you that you're not allowed to do stuff. Here's the latest in a series. (We should make a photo album just of pictures of Amy crying at signs.)



And then we have Amy getting up and looking like she's farting:



This is the sign you see when you're leaving. Bye until next year, Cherry Hill Orchards!