Apple Picking (finally!)

After unsuccessful apple-picking attempts both last weekend and the weekend before, we finally made it to Homestead Orchard in Woodstock today.  If you're looking for a no-frills orchard, this is a decent choice, but it was small and the owner had a lot of rules--no running through the rows of trees, really?!  (Next year, we pledge to go in September and we want to go to Ziegler's Apple Orchard in Grayslake.)  Finn was his usual difficult-to-get-out-of-the-house self and grouchy on the way there, but once we were at the orchard, none of us could help but enjoy the simplicity.  Pick an apple.  Eat an apple.  Move on to another tree. Wylie loved his vantage point from the wagon and was thrilled that we gave him apples to gnaw away on. 

We filled up three 10 pound bags, and enjoyed a picnic lunch in the orchard.  Then we ventured into the town of Woodstock for a little small town exploration.

Three boys, three apples.  Eating while you pick is the best, and not against the rules--Papa!

"Let's go to that tree, at the very end on the row!"

I thought it would be a good idea to take a big bite out of the apple for Wy, so that he could more easily eat the flesh.  I did count on the apple juice squirting him right in the face!

Sorry, little man.