This year, we went on our annual apple-picking trip as a school field trip instead of with friends on a crowded Saturday. We tried visiting Apple Hill Orchard and Cider Mill, 90 miles away, with about 75 fellow homeschoolers.
The tour--our group being broken into three--included learning how apples are picked, a wagon ride through the orchards, a lesson on the orchard practices, a lesson on honeybees, a tour of the grading room and of the cider-making room, as well as a visit to the refrigerated warehouse.
Each child on the student tour got to select 1/4 peck of apples from a bin of apples picked by the orchard workers. With our family already bringing home 42 apples, I decided we'd skip the effort/fun/work of then picking our own in the orchard. (The kids were disappointed.)
|Grading the apples|
|Learning about bees|
After the tour, we ate brown bag lunches on the shaded picnic benches, then our entire group prayed a decade of the rosary in honor of the feast day celebrating the miracle at Fatima 98 years ago. We ate apple cider doughnuts and the kids played in the orchard for a bit before we headed home.
|Daddy had to work, so wasn't with us|
I told the kids I wanted one family photo of us in the orchard, wearing our fall festive red, but One Little Stinker refused to participate, hiding under the tree instead. I was left wondering if I was supposed to laugh this off as no big deal for a child almost five or whether I was supposed to feel ashamed and disappointed at my lack of parental authority that apparently I can't even get a kid that old to stand in a picture for ten seconds (what torture). And what on earth was I supposed to do? Seriously, I want some very experienced mother of many children to tell me the answer!
|The Stinker hiding|
The kids were mighty tuckered out on the drive home, on which we completed listening to "A Little Princess."