“What does the fox say” in the orchards?


Today the entire 8th grade went apple picking, no not nose picking (though I am sure there was some of that too), but apple picking. And there were plenty of apples left on the fruit trees. The weather could not have been more perfect, the energy more positive and upbeat, the camaraderie more connected and playful. We munched and picked Fujis and Jonathans in the orchard, the last of the raspberries and cucumbers, and even hauled in a few tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants. We rode in an open air truck to the orchards’ furthest reaches and then we walked all the way back. Of course, there were cider donuts, apple butter, and fresh-pressed cider to sample too. And there was the sight of plenty of beautifully changing leaves to absorb as well.

We went to the orchards in three big yellow school buses with the flat-backed green naugahyde seats that bumped and bounced the whole way. Instead of “99 bottles of beer on the wall,” the kids sang, “What does the fox say?” They were loud and boisterous and free. Even we adults had some well-deserved downtime to joke and relax.

I think there is something to be said for that “an apple a day.” There was some healthy medicine being shared today. This is what school used to be like more of the time than it seems these days. I’m glad we were able to harvest a little bit of that magic.

Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow! Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow! Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!

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