Apples

Rosemary and I joined Atticus’ preschool for a trip to a local apple orchard.  It was perfect weather – cool, crisp and sunny – and we had a wonderful time picking and eating apples.  There were also chickens which amused Rosemary and goats which Atticus and his friends fed apples that were wormy.  And, at the end of it all, an old fashioned swing hanging high in a tree.