Last weekend, our daughter texted us a photo of her baby boy, held up to an apple tree branch by his Dad, staring down a red, ripe apple just begging to be plucked off the branch. A short time later, she sent another picture; this time it was her, holding our grandson in front of a large pumpkin. Autumn season is upon us and they were enjoying a day at the apple orchard.
Today, I am thankful for family traditions carried on.
When our kids were younger, there were always apple-picking trips in the fall. Golden Delicious, Jonathons, Winesaps. We would usually buy a gallon of fresh cider, too. Lynd Fruit Farm was the place to be on a crisp September Saturday.
We were allowed to eat all the apples we wanted to while we were picking. We tried to stuff as many apples as possible in the bag. Within days, there was usually apple pie and apple crisp baking in the oven. Apple slices with peanut butter was a snacking staple.
Our grandson is just three months old. He has no idea what an apple or a pumpkin is. But, it’s nice to see our daughter and son-in-law exposing him to seasonal activities, already. It warms our heart that they are carrying on family traditions of their childhoods.
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