We only got half done on Monday and we counted 150 quarts.
McCall had too much fun playing in the dirt piles and picking Grandma Dimonds apples. She was pooped when we got in the car to leave. She fell asleep mid-cookie.
When I got home that night, Mark informed me that my Grandpa Klingler called him that day to go get beans from them. I wasn't too excited about jumping right into beans but Mark was awesome and helped me snap and process them. Now on to pears. . .







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