Apple begins with the A's

With fall coming to Wisconsin, it was time this weekend to head out to harvest. We don't have any land or trees or crops to harvest ourselves, so we went to the local apple farm to get our fill of local fare.

The farm has rows of apple trees of various types, from Courtlandt to Macintosh to Golden Delicious, and also has a play train and picnic area to have a little fun. Later in the year, they will have pumpkins and the like, but right now, it's all about the apples.

We headed out to the rows, and got our weapons, I mean apple pickers, and shockingly, no one lost an eye.

Here's a couple of pickin' pickers!

Abby with the long stretch to get the apples.

They also have the little measuring board- here's our two pumpkins.

Yes, Abby is twice as old as Aubri, and is in the 60th percentile in height, but Abubri is only three inches behind. The doctor says Aubri will be six feet, four inches. That is not a joke. We hope it is not true.

Now the question: what to do with all the apples? We're not the apple pie type, applesauce is too time consuming, and Aubri has already had a tummy ache from the apples she took a bite from and then threw on the ground out in the grove- luckily it is all you can eat out in the orchard. I think we'll just get some caramel, and do what those with a sweet tooth like the best- add the sugary substance and go to town!