Dova rarely gets sick, so when she was sent home from school right before her first field trip of first grade, she was devastated. It turned out that she really wasn't sick after all, but when you throw up on your desk at school, back home you go. She was so sad, she wrote these notes to Doug at home while he was working in the garage:
I was immediately struck by the way she drew her dotted lines on the paper before writing everything out in pen. And I was equally impressed by the way she expressed herself, although a with a bit much hyperbole.
The field trip was for apple picking last Thursday, so she made her wishes clear to skip school the next day and go apple picking instead.
I asked Doug whether he helped her with the spelling of Kimball's farm, apostrophe and all. Nope, she did it all on her own. With the exception of misspelling tomorrow (which even adults do), her writing is outstanding.
OK, now she is getting unreasonable. But still, we wanted to make it up to her for missing the field trip and doing such an excellent job of writing these notes. She went to school the next day, and on Saturday, we took her out for a glorious day of apple picking at Kimball's Fruit Farm in Pepperell, MA.
We were really glad to go this quiet farm this year. Last year, we went to Parlee Farms in Tyngsboro, MA and it was a madhouse. Sure, they have hay rides, a huge pumpkin patch, fall flowers and a hay maze, but if all you want is picturesque apple picking, Kimball's is the place to go. The apples are extremely reasonable as well. Where else can you get Honey Crisp apples for $1 a pound?
It was a beautiful autumn day for apple picking. And running in the sun.
Check out the expansive vistas.
The happy Dad...
The pumpkins glowed in the late afternoon sun.
Of course no outing with our family is complete without the kids finding some wall to jump off.
I guess it turned out to be a very good apple picking day after all.