Allsted farms

Yesterday we went apple picking. And Corn picking, peach, rasberry and whatever else they had picking, Since it was mid week the entrance fee was waved and the box to fill only cost one dollar. The fruits were much larger and juicier than the places we go to in New England. I suppose this is why New Jersey is called the garden state.

We rode along on the hay ride and since the children were tired we picked the first peaches were small. A Fujianese family sitting across from us asked if those were a different type of peaches. "No we were just lazy." Again the matriarch of that clan looked at our peaches and said something in Fujianese while pciking up the peach and looking at it. The father explained again that they were just smaller versions of what they had. Noah, comically became protective of the peaches and we all laughed. All the families, black, white, asian, had large suculent looking peaches, except us. Of course we were the only ones with small children beating each other and squirming around saying they were tired also.

"We have brought shame to our clan." said Grace. And then, "I just picked the peaches that looked ripe for what you would get in New England."

We headed back and Grace bought some corn in addition to the not ready corn that we had picked anyway. I suppose we went about this all wrong We should have picked for kicks (which we basically did.) and then bought the produce that has picked proper at the farm stand.

The activities were extra but we snuck into Corn Kingdom, a sandbox full of corn, and the hay pyramid anyway because the kids couldn't resist, and then while Noah went to the car with Grace, Jonah broke off and ran up to the hay pyramid. The path of least resistance was just to do the thing and get out of there. I jumped from higher than I probably should have with my flip flops and misjudged my landing. But other than that, it was fun.