It's times like these that make me all giddy inside.
It took me a few minutes of arranging them *just so* so that I could snap a picture for you all, so that I could spread a little bit of apple-love.
Aren't they just so pretty? So simple and pure, nurturing, and literally full-filling.
How lucky I am to have a house full of apples, pulled right from the tree, touched only by my children's fingers. Their skins are so thin that my toddler has no problem biting through them. And they smell just heavenly, their scent greeting me as soon as I walk through my front door.
I think our trip to the orchard last weekend was just what I needed, with green and blue as far as I could see, with nothing to complicate or disrupt it except for the smatterings of the red and yellows of apples. Where the thought of material, economy, expectation and competition is absent, and instead, replacing it was simply the need to run, to climb, and to just breathe in the air of just.that.moment.
These were easy moments, my children completely in their element, my Hubby relaxed, inspecting his pickings, and me just following behind when it is me usually Pushing, Cajoling, Preparing...parents - you know what I am talking about. We didn't count our minutes, nor were there time hacks to make. Ah, to be serenaded by a clear, beautiful day.
Perhaps it was my memories of my Lola's (grandmother's) fruit trees nourishing me on those days we were on her land which brought me some quiet. Or perhaps it might have been the way my children laughed almost the entire afternoon we picked apples which calmed my usual too-type-A personality. But on this day, I walked away from the orchard bushels heavier.
And a hundred times richer.
Happy Monday everyone.
