We have lots of family traditions, but without a doubt going to the apple orchard is one of our favourites. This tradition dips back to when the girls were teeny tiny, and it makes my heart happy that at seventeen and thirteen they are still willing to hop in the car and make the annual trek to pick apples.
I have brought my camera to each and every apple picking adventure, so the girls are used to the momarazzi and I am thankful they still co-operate with my need to capture these beautiful, sunshiny days.
Harry, our fifteen-month-old golden retriever joined us for the first time this year. It was unusually hot this September and Harry’s first trip to the apple orchard was not quite as pleasant as we had hoped. Harry does much better in cooler weather so our thirty-degree day made him a little uncooperative.
We managed to last over an hour but had to take our apple donuts to go this year instead of enjoying them at the picnic tables. Harry was ready for the air-conditioned car, the truth is we all were!
Despite the heat and Harry’s reaction to the heat we still had fun picking apples.
I made sure to capture a few of our traditional pictures. The wagon ride to the apple orchard is one of my favourites. Nothing make me happier than observing my beautiful family through my lens.
A kind gentleman even offered to include me in the picture, but unfortunately, he didn’t actually point the camera at us so it’s a little fuzzy. Despite the fuzziness I love it because we are all there!
Of course, I always like to grab the annual picture of the girls and the apples!
It’s fun to get a picture of them actually picking apples.
the girls get creative
The kids like to create their own poses these days. Unlike the days where I just followed behind them snapping. Love this one with the “apple eyes”.
Miss C looks pretty cute peeking through the leaves.
Miss I tries her balancing skills here.
I also like to make sure to get a few pictures of the apples. I took a few where they are still on the branches.
The ones that have fallen under the tree are always pretty.
I love this one on the ladder.
Traditions are the roots of a family. They give order and joy to perfectly ordinary days. Since the girls were little we created and honoured certain traditions and it’s so nice to see them still enjoy them even as they get a little older. Of course, some traditions have slipped away and no longer serve our family, but many still remain deeply rooted in our lives. The gift of my family is something I treasure with every part of my being and capturing our lives together through my lens has been a beautiful gift.