Monday, September 22, 2008

Orchard Madness ( or what we did with our Saturday, pt. 2 )

After what felt like an eternity of feeding the critters and fussing over the baby animals, we rounded up the rugrats, scrubbed off the animal slobber as best as we could at the washing station, and decided to wait in line for the next pick up for the orchard run.

Since it took better than twenty minutes, we had to keep three wound up yahoos entertained.

Three animals in their natural habitat.

A careful balancing act was required to pull this one off!
( what you can't see is mom's foot steadying the mini totem
to prevent Bubba from teetering over onto his head and
smooshing that bear's wooden nose into the concrete )

But it kept them entertained while we all pondered "where the hell is that tractor anyhow?"

This is what happens when you give a Spud too much sugar.

After what seemed like an eternity, the U-Pick truck arrived and we loaded up, in search of selecting apples to take home. Not a big deal for the seasoned Robinette's diva that I am, but the kids had a blast with it.
In spite of their enthusiasm, it was obvious that some members of our party were getting worn out.

He's such a daydreamer.

We rode out about a half a mile into the orchard, and our oh so helpful tour guide of sorts indicated which apples were which, and those that we ere best for etaing versus baking. Quite helpful knowledge should you be a fan of the sweet n' juicy versus the trat and firm.

This is what I had to look at for the journey.

What?? You expected this blog to stay 100% clean and wholesome?

What can I say... I have a thing about farm hands. It's a sickness, really.
I've no desire to live on a farm ( blech! ), own farm animals ( double blech! ) or trade my smelly, obnoxious husband in for a rugged rancher type.... but looking..

My only regrets: I didn't get a shot from the front, and he wasn't wearing a cowboy hat.

Braedy wanted to pick apples for everyone.

( thank goodness the other participants were good natured! )

From there, we headed back to the cottage, ate dinner and headed for home.

...and one last visual before heading out the door. The sky, all illuminated in violets and amber, was too beautiful to resist.

There's something about a sunset on the water that just gets to me. It's as if, no matter what happens, no matter how bad things are, for one moment, all is right with the world.

All in all, not too bad for a day that was supposed to be full of chores.


Danielle said...

So disappointing about the cowboy hat! :-p

It looks like you guys had a great time though! Love the pick of Iain daydreaming! Oooo and the Zebra too!!!