Wednesday, Little Man, Miss Mary Mack and I went out to my Chicken Raisin' Seester's place.
We checked up on Alistair...
...and Ambrose, who are becoming more beautiful and snobby with every passing day.
We picked sand plums on the side of the country road...
...and brought home a cheerful bowlful of the little sweetlings.
We were given fresh-picked cucumbers from Auntie Chickie's garden, which we had for dinner with a bit of vinegar and salt.
We picked a few pears...
...from her little pear tree.
Some of us cooled ourselves off with a little water play.
But, mostly we picked apples.
We took our buckets (and the dog) and traipsed out to the 'orchard'.
And we picked apples.
Lots and lots of apples.
We took them home and began to prepare them for freezing.
And that's how this...
...became my new best friend.