We met up with some friends for some apple picking. Each of our families opted for filling one bag of apples. Each bag held a peck, or roughly ten pounds.
Farms are rarely wheelchair accessible, but we make it work. Jessica and I took turns pushing Namine across the grass and gravel. We were fortunate that it was such a beautiful day. (We’re not always so lucky.)
The first few rows of trees we approached for picking did not have much that Namine could reach. As we pressed on, however, we found more that she could. We told her what to look for in choosing the good apples over the bad, and before long she was an expert in applying a discerning eye. Before long, we had a full bag of apples to bring home.