Tradition. For our family tradition is extremely important. It connects our past to our present and to our future. It gives us something to look forward to and then beautiful memories. One of our favourite family traditions is Campbell's Orchards. For the last 15 years we have been been taking our kids to Campbell's. It means the beauty of fall, the beauty of family, and Christopher gorging himself on apples (then complaining because he feels sick because he has gorged himself on apples).
|Wilbur the Pig is one of Rowan's favourite|
parts of visiting Campbell's.
Our family has been coming to pick apples at Campbell's for the last 15 years. We began coming when Gabe was just 2 and a half. It was his first year in nursery school, and the nursery school went for a class trip. I had never been before that. Over those 15 years things have only really changed a little, and I like that, I do not like change. Every year we go and pick apples as a family affair. My parents meet us there every year. Every Christopher and I pick our apples in our designated rows, while my Mom runs all through the rows looking for the "biggest, and best apples".
To me picking apples is quasi religious. I feel so close to the earth, to the past when I pick apples. There is that amazing fresh sweet smell, that is only found in apple orchards. As we pick our apples, we can only pick with one hand, because the other hand contains an apple. There is no taste quite as good or as fresh as the apple just picked from the tree. It is the same as anything, as soon as it is off the tree, it begins to loose it's flavour. The warm juice runs down your arm, often spraying the person beside you. It is glorious! For me apple picking is the beginning of fall, the beginning of my mother earth stage. I make apple crisp as soon as we get home, and then start making homemade bread and rolls and soups. I become that mother that I want to be all year, but eventually run out of steam.
We had an amazing day on Sunday. The weather was beautiful. We were all together. The world just felt right. As we drove home Christopher let out a big sigh. "That was great day". He had this contented smile on his face. "I wish that everyday could be that simple." I have to agree with my husband on that one, I also wish that every day could be that simple, that content. That is what I like about our tradition, you always know what to expect. You always know that you will leave with a huge bag of apples, and amazing family memories.