Saturday, September 26, 2009

Apple Picking in Massachusetts

This morning after tucking our flu ridden Zack into bed, stocking the fridge with Gatorade, juice, three kinds of soup, medicine and tissues galore Jack and I set out to go apple picking. We drove about 40 minutes to Acton. It was a beautiful ride, and made me fully repentant of my previous, "what's with all the freaking trees" comment I made upon arrival in Boston.

Jack and I had a great time picking apples, eating apple doughnuts, drinking apple cider, getting lost in the hay maze and bouncing in the bounce house. The only thing missing from our day was Zack.






Jack picked this apple off a tree and came over and told me that there was a picture of an apple on his apple. He insisted, and rightfully so, that it deserved photographic documentation.




**We are not heartless leaving Zack here alone. We were meeting friends, and knew that Zack would be asleep most of the day. I also figured it was better that we get out of our germ box apartment so Jack and I don't get sick and make Zack feel worse.

2 comments:

sarah said...

I love jack's picture of an apple on his apple. Such a clever boy! And that's my style of nursing a sick husband too - leave him in a peaceful quiet house to rest.

Rachel F. said...

I'm so jealous!! I bet the fall leaves were lovely. Way to take advantage of the weather. I want to bake an apple pie now.