Last week I posted about our Chinese Harvest Festival, but today's post will cover our trip to the "American" Harvest Festival, celebrated at the local farmpark. It was more "Western-themed" than mooncakes and lanterns, I suppose. They had pony rides, peddlers, pumpkins, and...corn mazes (couldn't figure out a way to say that last one with a P).
Anyway, you may guess it was with great interest that we sampled apples this day. We consulted each other, trying to find the perfect apple for our household purchase that would satisfy both of us. Turns out one does indeed exist: the honey crisp apple is perfect--sweet, crunchy, flavorful. Too bad I'm not aware that any of our usual grocery stores sells it.
|Perhaps this child can never own too many pairs of overalls. He has four teeth on top; they never show, no matter the size of his smile. Interesting, no? We've only caught passing glimpses of those teeth when turning him upside-down.|