I was not the only one snacking -- many apples had been unceremoniously bitten into (and left dangling from the tree).
I was definitely not built for apple-picking. My mere five feet (+ two inches) could only reach the more pathetic, picked-over branches. Luckily, K is giraffe-tall and takes direction very well.
After our bags had been filled to bursting, we relaxed on some hay bales and sipped hot cider (especially delicious).
The view was magnificent -- the orchard is right on Lake Champlain and with the mountains in the distance we really couldn't have asked for a more breathtaking landscape.
My outfit was born after almost an hour of closet-rifling theatrics... I have a wardrobe-related panic attack about once a month, where I can't find anything that I want to wear and decide that I absolutely must fill my closet with brand-new clothes. This despair was aggravated by the fact that I didn't want to be tromping around in an apple orchard in three-inch heels (but I own exactly one pair of flat shoes and they're just so--flat). This dress always wins whenever I have a wardrobe-related crisis, whether it be due to body image or boredom. It's basic black and simultaneously loose&fitted shape allows for comfort and brings me back to the relatively calm place I had been before opening the closet door to my insanity circus.