We're ending a great month in New England, and since fall is around the corner, we do what seems perfectly fitting: apple picking. Though they are early apples, they are super-crisp, juicy, and a little tart, just the way I like them. Pippa has a hard time eating them since she is now so toothless.
At Shelburne Farm, it's not just about the apples. There's also ice cream, apple cider donuts, and some very sweet time with the grandparents.
All in all, it seems like a fitting way to end our trip to New England and to usher in fall. The girls and I can't eat one more gigantic American "kiddie" scoop between the three of us; we are leaving my parents with about 20 pounds of apples that we, sadly, can't smuggle in to France; and the girls have started to complain about going swimming every day. Now we can't wait to get back home to Paris.
At Shelburne Farm, it's not just about the apples. There's also ice cream, apple cider donuts, and some very sweet time with the grandparents.
All in all, it seems like a fitting way to end our trip to New England and to usher in fall. The girls and I can't eat one more gigantic American "kiddie" scoop between the three of us; we are leaving my parents with about 20 pounds of apples that we, sadly, can't smuggle in to France; and the girls have started to complain about going swimming every day. Now we can't wait to get back home to Paris.
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