We went to pick apples tonight. Two bags full, approximately 100 apples. Cider and donuts, which we were hard-pressed to keep away from the bees. You and your sisters climbed hay bales, rode tricycles, and got completely filthy. Your brother joined in on getting filthy, and added a new bruise to his forehead when I was not fast enough to stop him from face planting. You climbed these old tires and sang, "I'm the king of the castle, you're the dirty rascal." Every time I look at this picture I smile, remembering it.
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
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We went to pick apples tonight. Two bags full, approximately 100 apples. Cider and donuts, which we were hard-pressed to keep away from the bees. You and your sisters climbed hay bales, rode tricycles, and got completely filthy. Your brother joined in on getting filthy, and added a new bruise to his forehead when I was not fast enough to stop him from face planting. You climbed these old tires and sang, "I'm the king of the castle, you're the dirty rascal." Every time I look at this picture I smile, remembering it.
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