I was at Chudleigh's Apple Orchard today and I got to thinking of all the times we've been there before. I went down the slide with William and remembered going down the slide with him as a toddler. Then he was in my lap; this time we were racing. I recall an infant Jadzia sucking on an apple, not enough teeth yet to take a bite. Though she has teeth now, the apples are still as big as her head and she carried one around for an hour without finishing it.
We can really only afford to go to Chudleigh's once a year. From admission to lunch to apples, our wallets are gouged at every turn. So the kids change dramatically every visit. The place stays oddly the same; our family keeps evolving.
I took my trip down memory lane to youtube and found this:
That's William at the age Jadzia is now, eating an apple pie. Yes, I know I keep misunderstanding what he's saying in the video. Could that be a reason he can't be bothered telling me about school now? Anyway we didn't make an apple pie this time. Honey crisp apples are way too good to waste on such an endeavor.
In other new, I am getting a cold from being around allergens too long. Is it really necessary to bed the entire playground in hay? Really?
2 comments:
Oh, how much he has grown. I completely remember him at that stage, better than I remember my daughter at that age.
And it's true that these farms don't change much from year to year but we do.
What wonderful memories! ;) Savor them.
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