Aa is for Apple

Today, Mommy took me to pick apples at an orchard.
First we picked up our baskets at the produce stand.
The nice man gave me a basket just my size.
Then we drove into the orchard to the apple trees.
These are Arkansas black apples.
The trees were the perfect size for me to pick all by myself.
Mommy let me out of the car and I knew just what to do.

Here I am picking my first apple.
I had to pull hard to get the apple off.

The next apple was not as hard to pull off the tree.
I'm getting good at this. :)

I think I will pick some apples from another tree.
There are a lot of trees in this orchard.

Here's a good looking apple.
Reeeaaaaccchhhh!

My basket is starting to fill up and get heavy.

I better let Mommy hold my basket for me.

Looking for a few more apples to add to the others.

This is so much fun.

This way Mommy....I found some good ones.

I'm ready to see what these apples taste like.

Let's go buy these Mommy.

Mommy and I bought our apples and picked up a few more items....
tomatoes, honey, and a little pumpkin.