Apple picking at Honey-Pot Hill Orchard became a tradition when Dagny was really little. It’s the only orchard we’ve been able to find that has the all important combination of trees we can climb and cider donuts.
This year, since Honey-Pot (true to it’s name) is a very hilly place and apple picking involves a lot of walking, I spent most of the day laying on a blanket, hidden behind some trees, reading Blessed Unrest. The weather was amazing, and while I missed the actual apple picking, I had a really nice afternoon. By the time everyone came back I was filled up with sunshine, happy to hear all the stories and see all the pictures, and ready to go get some donuts.