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Hey, look! We took photos of the apple adventure. There were apples:
Whole rows of trees with apples, actually:
There was apparently a dog:
I don’t actually remember that particular dog, nor can I explain why on earth we took a picture of the wrong end of it. Did I mention that the light was bright that day? So bright we could hardly tell what we were taking pictures of? Maybe that explains it?
We also got a picture of me, trying to keep Audrey from falling into a puddle. Or maybe it’s a picture of Audrey being hampered from getting wet. (Incidentally, you can tell that’s me because of the small foot growing out of my midsection. We call that “Sadie.”)
And then we pressed apple cider in an old-fashioned cider press! You can drink the cider right out of that bowl on the ground! They can’t sell you any, because it’s not, you know, pasteurized, or otherwise sanitary in any way. But it sure is tasty!
And did I mention there were apples?
Melissa, Nice pictures from apple picking. Did you go to Raven Hill? If so the dog’s name was Billy. (It sure does look like the dog they had there). But we missed out on the apple pressing. Bummer. Patti
We did go to Raven Hill, and we did see Billy the Dog!
But this particular end-of-dog is at the cider press place. And I don’t even think it’s the official dog of the cider press place, I think it’s just some random dog that happened to be at the cider press place at the same time we were. Nice, huh?