pomme de reinette et pomme d'api

We went apple picking. Yes, how very American of us. Because, you see, there's nothing like organized apple-picking in europe. If your uncle is a farmer and has apple trees on his farm, then you might go pick or or two. That's as far as it goes.


And when we arrived at the orchard, Troels and I looked at the full parking lot, looked at each other and grinched. We don't really like crowds, you see, especially in the countryside. And we thought "what did we get ourselves into with this apple picking business?!".



But turns out, if the parking lot was crowded, the orchards weren't at all. And we had a blast, running around, picking fruit with Olive and Maddie. Apples. Pears. Plums. I can still smell them.


The sight of rows and rows of tree gave me butterflies in my belly. I've always been a sucker for trees.

And so, it was so much fun, that Troels and I decided that we need to find ourselves some friends with an orchard. Might as well, right, if we're gonna do it every year :D So come on, friends, get yourself a little orchard - we don't need anything big, like, a field or two of fruit trees. Oh, and if you happen to own a vineyard too, that wouldn't be too shabby ;)