After Anya and I came home from school today, I drug her out to the apple tree. Most of the apples have fallen, but there were a lot on the ground that were still fine and a few really nice ones with a cut or small blemish. Anya got bored quickly, and I told her she could go back in the house but no tv or computer. Hrmpf. I guess apples are more fun than the house-tv-computer. Plus Buddy finally joined us, and he’s fun to talk to. Anya seemed upset when he crossed through the barbed wire fence to the neighbor’s yard and I wouldn’t let her follow. I was tempted to toss her over because it looked like lots of nice apples had fallen on that side, but I figured I’d hit my ‘bad parent’ quota for the day when I sent her to school in pants that were apparently so large her teacher pinched and sewed the waist in two spots to keep them from falling down. (Yeah, Andy dressed her, but I didn’t notice and change her.) Even sticking to our side of the fence, I collected a very full paper grocery bag of apples to add to our hamper.

Anya and I gave one of the more damaged apples to the chickens, but it seemed to confuse them. I told Anya we’d check back tomorrow to see if they’d figured out what to do with it. “Yeah!”