24 September 2019

Apples of my eye




We had a terrific weekend up in Sharon. We had Shabbat dinner on Friday night with Simmie and family, and then joined Dina and family for Shabbat lunch, after which the 12 of us (plus a couple of the children’s friends) gathered for a birthday celebration for Joshua and Aaron. All the food was fantastic. I only wish I had remembered to take a picture of the black and red checkerboard birthday cake Dina created; of course, I doubt there was much left by Sunday.

On Sunday afternoon the whole family went apple picking. Barry and I had never done this before, but our children and grandchildren go every year. I was not quite sure how this would work out for me, and a couple of weeks ago had a lovely chat with the owner of the place where they had gone many times and we were planning to go, who assured me that appropriate accommodations could be made for people with disabilities. Unfortunately, we learned that the place was in an area that had Eastern Equine Encephalitis (EEE), so they chose a different place that also assured accessibility, Doe Orchards (https://doeorchards.com/) in Harvard, Massachusetts, about an hour northwest of Sharon. This turned out to be a fine choice. I had meant to take pictures of all the apples and peaches we took home but somehow that slipped my mind. Nonetheless, I do have some nice pictures of the children (thanks to Eliana for taking some of these) at the orchard. This is definitely an activity we’ll need to add to our annual fall calendar!









As I was completing this little post, the phrase “apple of my eye” came to mind, so I looked up its origin/meaning:

The apple of one's eye originally referred to the central aperture of the eye. Figuratively it is something, or more usually someone, cherished above others.

Perfect!

Have a great week!

Love,

Rebecca


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