Saturday was a scorcher. Forecasters warned that it was going to feel like a 101 degrees, but after a crushing week at work I was ready for a change of pace and an adventure. So we woke up early, grabbed breakfast and coffee at Pineapple and Pearls, and before the sun was high in the sky we took a short road trip to Homestead Farm, a local, pick-your-own farm. Homestead consists of 230 acres that are farmed by the same family that purchased the land in 1763. That is one incredible family farming tradition, and this time of year, apples are ripe for the picking.
Upon arrival at Homestead, we picked up a basket for apples, and then put both boys and the apple basket in a wheelbarrow, and we were off. We walked through rows of trees, and then settled on the row for us. Ryan unloaded and happily pulled apples off of the branches, while Connor stayed in the wheelbarrow and played with the apples that Ry tossed in. When we were finished we headed to the farm stand to stock up on apple butter (a Knox favorite), apple cider, and one small white pumpkin. We loaded into the car, just as the heat was starting to settle in, and now we're eating our pickings all day long and making plans for crumble and pie.