The excuse for the cake was the company that came to help us prune our orchard. My dear friend (whom Claire is named after), her husband who’s family owns an orchard, and their two little girls. We all put boots on and tramped out to the orchard to take stock.
It was the first time Claire has walked outside.
She did so well in a pair of brother’s old snow boots, two sizes too big.
I couldn’t stop taking pictures of her little self, standing so confidently, watching Daddy and the tractor so intently.
Our 4 apple trees are big, old, standards – requiring the use of the tractor bucket to get to the upper branches.
I was glad we had an expert do the job – I never would have known where to start. And he said our old trees were well worth the effort.
Jesse and his friend were very busy, raking snow, stomping on old apples, and, well, we admit…throwing mud. At least The Boy was. Oops. That’s no way to treat a lady!