Picking and Grinning

Come one, come all..... we are going apple picking.

Driving up a mountain on a curvy, narrow road, peering at tree tops on one side as we hug the road hoping we don't fall off and land in the top of said trees. Finally at the top of Carter Mountain there is the huge orchard.... apple trees as far as the eye can see, peaches, rows and rows of grape vines... this is neat!!

 And, the shop!! Looks like a barn to me, even painted red.

 And, boxes and boxes of apples stacked everywhere....

and pumpkins

 and gourds and cider and yummy apple cider doughnuts!! The aroma was heavenly. Little great-grandson Dylan had a ball. He is just 8 months old, dressed in his little overalls, ready to pick apples with the rest of us.

 I loved the outing with my daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter and great grand.

Four generations out having a bunch of fun on a beautiful fall day. You just can't have it any better than that.

As soon as the car started!!  He'd had fun all day and was worn out.