Apples

Last week we made it out to Martin's Orchard near Ceresco to pick apples. I didn't realize that our boys were such city slickers until we heard comments like these on the drive:

• I don't see any man-made structures.
  
• All I see is dead corn. Everywhere I look, dead corn.
  
• How long can you breathe in dust before you die? Like two minutes? (While driving on a country road)
• Ahhh, unpolluted air (with nose buried in shirt).
  

Once we arrived though they were in their element. Here's the proof...



We brought home 18 pounds of apples.