Apple Hill

The whole family took a drive to Apple Hill this weekend.  Jess thought it would be a nice place to get together for Francesca's second birthday.  Almost everyone that lives in northern California knows about Apple Hill.  It's the largest Apple Farm of Placerville.  It has everything apple - apple pie, apple cider, caramel apples, and apple doughnuts. 

 

 

We used to go here when the kids were little, so they have wonderful memories.  There's a fishing pond with ducks, and Nel vividly remembers running down the hill that leads to the pond when she was a toddler.

 

Jess set up a nice picnic table there with food and drinks.

 

 

Francesca's other grandma made the cake, a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting.  She makes the most delicious and moist cakes, and when I took a bite, I said one thing, "magic."

 

 

The cousins were both wearing their red plaid, which wasn't planned.

 

 

I loved Mia's mountain boots.  ; )

 

 

We walked through the craft shops, and Nel came across the biggest apple.

 

 

Nel and Jess sitting next to granny.

 

 

And it's my turn.

 

When we were browsing through the shops, we noticed a sign that really got to me.  This song reminds me of my Dad, and the last time we were all together walking through a craft fair, we heard the same song.

 

 

Francesca was tuckered out at the end of the day.

 

 

Thank you, Jess, for planning such a nice get together

with the family.

 

 

~and I think to myself,

what a wonderful world.

 

 

~Sheri