Picking in apples in a deserted orchard (isn’t the phrase ‘deserted orchard’ just ever so romantic?’)
Finding the strawbarries. They are still here!
Berries for little boys.
Eating apples
I think God let that orchard grow there just for us, for this night.
Okay so that might be a little self-centered.
Walking home to go to bed
Wearing the Australia clothes so we could also sentimentally think of Aunty Cel and the unmet Uncle Al.
Just like the chickens in the backyard make me feeel like a homesteader, this orchard makes me feel like a pionier on the frontier. You know, finding food out in the wild and all.
In the coming winter, I think this is the day I will look back to when I’m wearing two sweaters and three pairs of socks and wonder what the summer felt like.
This is my idea of a perfect summer day.
What’s yours? Did you get it this summer?
