This summer we grew a pumpkin - as big as we could - so we could have the largest one on the block. Not sure that we accomplished that but we're damn proud of our little baby. Today feels like a good day to go pick apples. Happy Fall!
The wart looking things on the pumpkin are scars from when Oliver beat it with a screwdriver when it was just a wee thing. Battle wounds give it character I think.
And pick apples we did. Fujis galore in SE Washington!
Anthony showing off his juggling skills with edible fruit.
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