| Apple picking with Meg and Andy |
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| (Click on the images for a larger version.) |
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| Andy suggested we all go apple picking. |
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| He even did some local apple farm research to keep us from apple picking at one of the touristy Illinois apple picking places where you have to pay to pick your apples (rather than just paying for the apples you pick). |
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| This exquisite apple farm |
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| even had sunflowers |
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| for our viewing pleasure. |
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| Somewhere in between working at a summer camp, doing fish research, and teaching English in Thailand, Andy worked at an apple picking farm. So we relied heavily on his professional picking skills and his sensitive apple palate. |
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| Ilaria perfected her apple-polish-on-the-sleeve technique. |
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| I picked the fewest apple, because it seemed someone was always handing me a half-eaten apple to finish, saying "this ones pretty good try it". So I mainly documented this historic event that featured |
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| apple polishing |
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| devices. |
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| the girls' advanced |
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| It takes two to achieve that maximum polish. |
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| That baby kick adds just the right amount of extra shine. |
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| We also met a butterfly |
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| and some pumpkins as we walked through the apples. |
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| After apple picking |
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| we had some cider donuts |
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| and took |
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| our apples (10 lb each!) |
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| back to St. Louis. |
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