apple pie

And so the weekend that began with swear words and tears, ended with fresh apple pie.

This morning we rose early to beat the heat. We strapped on our picking bags, climbed our orchard ladders, and we picked, and we picked, and we picked. We filled our bags, then we filled our crates, and then it took two of us to carry each crate to the car.

Red apple deliciousness. Crunchy with that perfect apple balance of sweet and sharp.

After the day before, we felt better and happier with each apple we gently pulled from the tree.

When the girls got tired they climbed a tree and made a pulley system with some rope and a tin can and me and Bren took turns emptying the apples out at the bottom.

And we thanked the trees for their abundance of apples and the birds for leaving some alone.

And after all of us, including Jo Jo had eaten our fair share, we stacked the full crates in the cool room.

If organic farming is a roller coaster, it's great to be back up the top for a while. 

Thank you guys so much for your comments on my last post. Your own stories and your kind words really helped me feel better. 

We'll keep picking this week. And eating. And baking.

I hope you have the most delicious week to come.

I hope you get the perfect balance of crunch and sweet.

xx