That was Samuel's first and most oft repeated question today, as we visited a farm that has a program for 0-3 year olds.
I like that Samuel and Shira don't have preconceived notions of what a farmer should look like, as the answer to Samuel's burning question was, "See the hot 20 something chick over there with the buff sunkissed arms? She's the farmer." She was not the only farmer, of course. There were a couple of 40 something women too. No middle aged men to be seen anywhere, at least not today. No overalls or pitchforks in sight either.
Anyway, since fall is on it's way (though you'd be hard pressed to notice considering the 88 degree weather) we had the opportunity to read a harvest story, pick apples and make cider, in addition to picking grapes, strawberries, beans, and tromping through a corn field.
picking and eating green beans
The corn "jungle"
Shira, ever the good sport.
Eating strawberries straight from the plant can't be beat
The bucket of apples for our apple cider. Samuel did not contribute to said bucket...
because he wanted to make sure that the ones we picked came home with us. Samuel found that Shira and her stroller came in might handy in this situation.
Little video on the making of the cider. Being a Californian, I had never seen this done. Steve was of course able to discuss it in great detail with Samuel when he got home.
Samuel samples the cider
and loves it. Not only did he have seconds and thirds, when I dumped my water bottle in order to fill it up to take some home to Steve, Samuel begged to drink that as well. I was able to defer him by telling him it was for Daddy, and he would have to ask if he could share it when Daddy got home. Knowing that his Dad is a pushover for him, he was not concerned, and knew that he just had to wait it out.
I like that Samuel and Shira don't have preconceived notions of what a farmer should look like, as the answer to Samuel's burning question was, "See the hot 20 something chick over there with the buff sunkissed arms? She's the farmer." She was not the only farmer, of course. There were a couple of 40 something women too. No middle aged men to be seen anywhere, at least not today. No overalls or pitchforks in sight either.
Anyway, since fall is on it's way (though you'd be hard pressed to notice considering the 88 degree weather) we had the opportunity to read a harvest story, pick apples and make cider, in addition to picking grapes, strawberries, beans, and tromping through a corn field.
picking and eating green beans
The corn "jungle"
Shira, ever the good sport.Eating strawberries straight from the plant can't be beat
The bucket of apples for our apple cider. Samuel did not contribute to said bucket...
because he wanted to make sure that the ones we picked came home with us. Samuel found that Shira and her stroller came in might handy in this situation.
Little video on the making of the cider. Being a Californian, I had never seen this done. Steve was of course able to discuss it in great detail with Samuel when he got home.Samuel samples the cider
and loves it. Not only did he have seconds and thirds, when I dumped my water bottle in order to fill it up to take some home to Steve, Samuel begged to drink that as well. I was able to defer him by telling him it was for Daddy, and he would have to ask if he could share it when Daddy got home. Knowing that his Dad is a pushover for him, he was not concerned, and knew that he just had to wait it out.
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