We were invited to pick apples at a friend’s house. Well, we were invited to pick up apples at a friends house. Their trees had a bumper crop of silver dollar sized apples this year and during a recent wind storm many of them fell to the ground. He invited us out to clean them up because he was overwhelmed by the crop.
We had two hours between morning chores and lunch for three adults and six children (sister and nephews were visiting) to pick up the apples. It was just enough time to clean up under one tree.
That one tree gave us five large tubs of apples and six feed sacks full of spoiled apples for the pigs and still left several bushels hanging from the tree.
Lunch was at my mother’s followed by a birthday party for our oldest son at our house. Then we began cooking the first batch of applesauce. Not time to loaf. We work in this army. We’ll be cooking apples for days.
Chism Heritage Farm 
What a lovely day for apple picking (up). And a nice looking platoon of soldiers…we picked last week in pouring rain, and I’m STILL working through the buckets that didn’t go for juice – applesauce, chutney, pie.
Hopefully the yellow jackets were willing to share 😉
Didn’t see too many of them on Sunday. They were all over the butchering area after we cleaned up from killing chickens on Saturday.