Master and me love autumn, with all the fun it brings. One of our favorite things to do is to go apple and pumpkin picking each year! I’m allergic to apples, but it’s OK because Apple Pig and Master eat enough for me, and I still like picking them and trying to pick “perfect Master apples”. Every year since we moved to Colorado, we go to Happy Apple Farm. We discovered it soon after we first moved here, and we were so excited to go this year. We went on their website to make sure we wouldn’t miss out on the apple cider like we did last year. It took us an hour and a half to drive there, and when we pulled in, Apple Pig had a hard time sitting in his seat. Poor little piggy. We also noticed though, that the farm itself was very slow and we only saw one or two other people’s cars. Strange. Happy Apple Farm has a rep for being very busy all the time, it’s one of the fun things about it.
We pulled in, and I commented to Master about how I didn’t see any apples in the trees. He told me not to worry, maybe this bunch we parked in front of were picked through, and they’d point us towards another field. Sadly not. We got inside the country store, and as it turns out they had no apples at all that year! An Easter frost had killed their crop, and there would be no apples until the next year.
Master and me were crushed. See, before we left the house, we checked their website, and it didn’t mention at all that there were no apples. Why would we drive out so far just for a pumpkin, and a bottle of cider (which they had to borrow from other farms). Don’t get me wrong, the cider was delicious, but Master and me would have gladly just purchased cider and a pumpkin from a local store rather than travel all the way to Happy Apple. Something as major as your apple farm having no apples that year should be labled clearly on the front of your website, shouldn’t it? Maybe we’re just crazy.
We sighed and figured we’d best make the most of it. We drove here, we may as well pick some pumpkins. We took the tractor ride out to where the pumpkins were hiding, and it took two or three minutes to pick out the perfect pumpkin. Master found it. We decided that it wasn’t that far to the pumpkin field really, so Master carried the pumpkin back and we decided to guess how much we thought the pumpkin weighed for fun. Apple Pig thought it was thirty three pounds, but, he isn’t all that good at math. Master said twenty, and I said eighteen. Master was the closest. I think it was twenty and a half or something ridiculously close like that. It was huge. Since he was the one carrying it back to the store, it makes since that he’d be closest.
We went back to the country store, and I was able to get a couple of honey pops (I only get them once a year at this place), and we got a couple of honey sticks too. Then, we were off to go home. There were accidents on the highway, and it took almost three hours to get home. Not Happy Apple Farm’s fault, but still, we were all a bit grouchy about spending a grand total of ten minutes out of the car and picking only a pumpkin. Berries were too light to pick. On a positive note, at least Colorado is an absolutely beautiful state, so the drive itself wasn’t so bad. On the way home, I reclined my seat and napped, now and then feeling Master’s big hands feeling my breasts or rubbing my inner thigh. I think for that alone, it was probably worth it.