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Apple Picking

Hubby, the kids and I left early this morning for a trip into the north Georgia mountains. We spent the morning in Elijay, a small town northwest of Atlanta. It was chilly, though that was the only clue that autumn is approaching. Very few leaves have changed color, and the trees' emerald glow of summer only appears a bit washed out for now. We found an apple orchard where you pick your own apples, and for a nominal entrance fee we had access to the petting zoo, go-karts, hay rides, pig races , a moonshine museum tour, and apple picking. My daughter and I milked Buttercup the cow -- my son and hubby passed. Whooses!

When we got home, we made a couple batches of apple jelly and two apple pies. All in all, it was a wonderful memory-maker of a day!

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