Picking Time

If I had to choose, I'd say Honey Crisp.  Golden Delicious and Granny Smith are pretty good too. 
Apple picking makes fall complete.  We've picked enough to know what varieties are the favorites, and we've had so much fun at the orchard every year.  We know that a Saturday in October means a trip to the mountains. 

Throughout the year, the littles always say that this tradition is one of their top ten. 

There's just something about it. 

We walk from row to row, seeking fruit perfection.  Filling our bags to bulging. 

And when daddy says our fruit picking is up to par, we entertain our fall loving selves with the rest of the festivities.  From putt putt

to taking in some clogging with your bud. 

 There are tractors to climb on and pictures to be taken. 

And we all know that when the leaves start falling, the pigs start racing.  Might as well cheer 'em on. 

Some of us get a wee bit more excited about this than others.  Some of us even sweep the "random" pull the winning card and end up being cheered on by the crowd bit. 

Family victory, Hayden, Angel and Daniel.  Nice. 

Equally as thrilling as racing bacon are giant wheeled bikes and tube slides all over the farm.

Of course, we round out the day with pillow hopping and rooster riding.

Once home, we baked up some "Apple Betty" and Claire kept the sweetness going with some schooling.