Books are kind of a big deal at our house.
So it's a pretty common occurrence to happen upon a baby lost between the pages of some of our favorite board books.
But it doesn't make it any less amusing when you catch them "reading" out loud.
And just in case you would like to hear it with your own ears...
Little Readers from Kate Anderson on Vimeo.
Nan and George were in town last weekend and we spent Sunday at the apple orchard. It came highly recommended by several friends. It Turns out it was a lovely spot perched on a rolling mountainside, just a little bit south of Asheville.
The kids ran up and down the rows, climbing in and out of the trees like squirrels. We tried our best not to loose each other as we roamed over the rambling hillside, sampling Stayman Winesap, Fuji, Mutsu, Granny Smith, and Arkansas Blacks. It was interesting to experience the differences in the subtleties of each of the varieties' respective flavors, clearly all apples are not the same.
We learned a few things for next year too, like to come on a weekday to avoid the amazing crowds and remember to bring a wagon because those baskets of apples get heavy, and it would be a shame to have to choose whether to abandon the freshly picked apples or the children, because two arms can only carry so much!
Warm sunshine, fresh air, crisp apples, and sharing the day with some of our favorite people in the whole wide world, I can't think of many things better...well, maybe a slice of warm apple pie!
It has been busy here the last two weeks. Nothing extraordinary, it just feels like we have been doing this strange dance where we are winding down with summer and gearing up for fall all at the same time.
We have been exploring outside a whole lot, sort of savoring these last few true days of summer. There has been LOTS of exciting bug activity, and if the stars align just right I might even have a few extra seconds to share some of that with you in the next few days. ***fingers crossed***
In the midst of this, my mind has been embracing fall, my most favorite of seasons.
There has been closet inventory going on, lots of come here, hold still for just a second while I try these pants on you and see if they still fit, which brings on the laugh out louds, because of course, nothing still fits, ANYONE.
Am I the only one who feels like just when you finally get the clothes situation settled and the piles of out-growns get boxed up and put away, well hello there, here comes the change of season, and it's time to get down those boxes and start the sorting all over again?
I realized this morning that this between seasons has hit our kitchen as well.So I pulled a bit of evidence outside for a quick photo-session to prove my point. Tapping into my inner food stylist for a moment...Does anyone else think photographing for bon appetit would be a blast??
Here we have the most succulent watermelon, a gift from my friend Karen's garden. One of late summer's yummiest blessings.
And these lovely specimens of summer's deliciousness, juicy, local peaches. YUMMMM!
But look, what's this?
Could it be?
Why yes, it is...
Behold....Apples.
Freshly harvested from the mountains. That's right, local apples and that can only mean one thing friends.
Fall is fast approaching.
To make things more exciting, our weather has been unseasonably cool the last several days. The morning air has been chilly with the faintest sweet smell of crisp leaves. Samuel keeps appearing before me saying things like...It smells like a pumpkin patch day.
Yes sir, that's my boy.
A recent trip to our favorite spot for milk, eggs, and all other locavore goodness. It was the perfect morning to linger a while, soak in some sun and search for grasshoppers in the wild flower beds.
was a total bust because of the crazy amount of rain and cool days that lasted way into the month of June.
We combed up and down the rows of lush green plants, hunting with hope in our hearts and after about half an hour, our berry box boasted maybe 5 good berries. We decided to give up with intentions to come back a few weeks later.
And then we never did. Blah.
I guess there's always next year
