Apple Picking

The kids and I went apple picking yesterday.  I rented a wagon because I figured Abigail would probably get tired of walking at some point. However Donny was the one I pulled around most of the day.  We picked out four really nice pumpkins and a large bag of apples.  Abigail showed me the horse skills she learned while at camp.  Donny was ready to ride and changed his mind at the last minute.  It wasn't until both children were already wearing the riding helmets that I freaked out, I said a prayer that the children who wore the helmets prior to mine were lice free.  I am still saying that prayer while constantly checking the kids heads.

 

The photo below was the last one of the day.  Do you notice the hill in the background?  We needed to walk down that hill to leave. Donny wanted to pull the wagon.  I explain what would happen as he went down the hill and that I thought it would be best if I took the wagon to the bottom.  He didn't want to listen so I let him take the wagon. BIG MISTAKE!  He started off okay but the momentum took over and before I knew it he quit.  He just let go of the wagon and was laughing so hard he had to stop to bend over.I was yelling his name and  I ran past him to try and catch the wagon, but let's face it I am out of shape.  There was a crowd of people standing at the bottom of the hill watching all of this unfold.  Not one person moved an inch to help me stop the runaway wagon.  The wagon finally crashed into a row of tomato plants.  A teenage boy, who is an employee of the farm, witnessed the entire scene.  Donny saw him and was worried what the boy would say.  I apologized to employee boy and he replied, "I don't care."  Thanks a lot fella, way to help me.