A Tradition of Apple Picking

I'm completely a fall person. I really don't like summer and would much rather wear sweaters and warm socks all year round! There are so many traditions that I love and miss since being in Ohio such as driving thorough the mountains with the leaves, going to Park City, General Conference with family, and being at BYU football games! 

But there was one I didn't know I would miss more than many of those things. Recently, a family member posted on Facebook that it was the time of year again to pick apples at my grandma's house. A wave of homesickness came over me that I wasn't expecting. 

(Emerie is technically in this picture but nobody knew...)

                 (From October 2012)

I was ready to wallow in my homesickness but my sweet husband said that we should keep the tradition and find an apple orchard. My neighbor had mentioned one up in Dayton called Monnin's Fruit Farm and we decided to go. We were worried they would be out of apples since it was their last weekend but luckily there were two trees still covered in apples! It made my heart and soul happy! 

               (Picking her first apple)

I want my kids to grow up with these traditions like I did. It wasn't quite the same and paying $19.95 for a bushel when I got them for free in Utah was hard but it was more than worth it to spend a fall afternoon picking apples and thinking about my grandma!

BONUS! They even had apple juice for sale and it tastes pretty much the same as my Grandma's so score for that! Now I just need to find a bushels worth of recipes with apples! 

Nathan made me a very happy woman!