Apple picking is my own personal harbinger of fall. This year, it was 90 degrees and a little windy up in ol' Tehachapi, but it still felt rather fall-ish.
We trekked up the mountain with our dear friends, the Highfills. After picking, we picnicked. Then, we hit the Apple Shed for some delicious fudge. Can it get any more Fall than that?
It was not yet jeans-wearing weather, but no one seemed to care.The apples taste like earth and sugar, crisp and delicious.
Can't wait till next year!
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Daddy has decided it is time for the children to be exposed to Looney Tunes. I pick and choose my battles and this is one I will not fight. Bugs Bunny is not my first choice for a role model, but there are worse things my children can be doing on a Saturday morning than cuddling up to their father, giggling at the loony antics of Merrie Melodies.
So this morning, as I was brushing Rebecca's hair, I was just about to start singing our hair-brushing song, "Good Morning, God!".
And out from under a little ducked-down towhead, I heard this song:
"Kill the Wabbit...Kill the Wabbit...Kill the Wabbit".