Since it's basically fall now, can you do McSwarek apple picking?
"I still don't understand why we didn't go to the store." Sam grumbled, zipping his jacket up further and rubbing his hands together while Andy walked by his side, wicker basket on her hip.
"This is my Granny's apple orchard, these are the best pie apples on the planet. Trust me, once you have a bite, you'll understand." She said for the thousandth time.
Early that morning Andy had kissed him awake, enticing him with her half naked self only to back away when he grabbed for her and told him she wanted to make apple pie today. Once she convinced him she wasn't referring to anything from 'American Pie' she managed to talk him out of bed and get him to get dressed with a promise of what may come later that night.
He thought that they'd be going to the grocery store to get the apples they needed. He should never have let her drive.
"How did you fail to mention that your Granny owns acres and acres of property way up here?" He asked, looking back down the row of trees to the main house.
"I don't know. How did we date for a year and you never tell me about your Dad?"
She arched an eyebrow to drive her point home and Sam raised his hands in surrender, admitting that she had a point.
"I mean, I don't get up here to see her that often anymore. Not as much as I'd like." She shared, stopping at a tree that she finally saw fit. "Okay, we should need about six, but I want some for snacking too, so go nuts."
