Apple Picking in a Hurricane
- Two bushels was enough to pick considering the bushels of rain we endured.
There we are, my kids, niece and mom (plus my sister-in law, who is beside me snapping pictures, too) slogging through Hurricane Hanna’s downpour with our apples.
- An apple landed in a bird nest in one tree.
Today was the day I scheduled for apple picking. So we went.
Mind you, we weren’t getting the high winds from the hurricane, just lots and lots of rain.
So am I so saddled to my schedule that I’ll take on a hurricane to meet today’s tasks? Or am I a free spirit, not constrained by such things as weather?
Most people don’t do enough in the rain. The first sign of a drop, a they’re in the house because it’s wet. Being in the rain is so fun.
- Some were eating more than picking.
Today we had more than our fair share of “fun.” We were drenched; even our underwear was wet. But the kids had a great time, and I got my bushel of organic apples to store up for the winter.
Tomorrow, the cozy smell of apple sauce and drying apples will fill my kitchen.
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