Wednesday, September 10, 2014

"The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled."
-Henry Adams








Tuesday started like any epic bad day. The boys fought over who got the blue bowl at breakfast, cried that the Lightening McQueen spoon was dirty, and Ashton dumped his whole bowl of blueberry yogurt and granola all over the table in defiance over the fact that I wouldn't allow him to trade it for a bowl of Special K cereal. I wish I could say the rest of the day was smooth sailing, but this day was destined to make the charts of Epic Bad Days. The only reprieve came as a sliver of a small window in the morning when we checked our bad moods and attitudes at the front door of the apple orchard. Unfortunately, we did reclaim the bad moods and attitudes as soon as we exited the orchard, but at least we had that one glorious hour.









We shed our jackets as the rain clouds lifted and the sun warmed the temperature to a balmy 72 degrees. After laying claim to a red wagon and snatching a few bags, we headed toward the Honey Crisp rows in the orchard. We had the whole orchard to ourselves, yet we stayed in those two rows. The boys ate their fill of apples, probably more than they actually tossed into the bags to take home, and Spencer complained of a tummy ache when we were leaving.









Before heading home we stopped at a park for a picnic. But once it was apparent that the Epic Bad Day had resumed, we packed up and hit the road. My husband was home for one solid hour yesterday, between work and a meeting, and I spent most of that hour holed up under the covers in my bed. But, hey, at least we had that golden time under the sun picking apples, and a bunch of baked goods in the works.




9 comments:

  1. These are all so GREAT Angie, you can't even tell they're from your phone! Bravo!

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  2. These are beautiful! Man bad days, they just take on a life of their own. You do a great job at trying to seek out your moments of oeace!!

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    1. Yes, sometimes once the ball gets rolling, it's hard to steer its course. Luckily we can restart the next day, though!

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  3. These photos are beautiful, Angie! I love the sun flare ones. And I love your attitude of "at least we had that golden hour". Once that bad mood ship starts sailing it so hard to steer it around. I'm glad you were able to have a bit of a respite, as well. I have to do that every so often, but usually lock myself in the bathroom. Ha!

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    1. Thank you, Julia!! A household full of bad moods is no fun, but it's bound to happen. I hide in my bathroom a lot, too!

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  5. Sorry to hear it was a bad day but happy you got out to change even for a short time. There is always tomorrow when a bad day falls in our laps! Lovely photos as always!

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    1. Thanks, Tasha! Bad days are inevitable. They're also no fun!

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