Gramma Cathie and Grampa Dave invited us to meet them at the famous AppleBarn in Abbotsford, and so on a bright, sunny day, we packed a picnic lunch, picked up Auntie Sam and headed to the valley.
I’m surprised that we haven’t been to Taves Family Farms before, what with having lived there as kids. My only association with it was for an ambulance call on Huntington Road nearby, where I was one of more than a dozen paramedics attending to a tourist van full of seniors who had just been picking apples there, and which had overturned after colliding with a car going the other way. I remember the smell of apples, and seeing them strewn all over the road as I climbed into the upside down bus and assessed the passengers who hadn’t been able to crawl out.
Needless to say, I was more than happy to replace that memory with one of a sunny day spent with family picking apples and playing in the orchards!
If you ask Hawk, he’d say that his favourite part was the wagon; riding in it, putting things in it, pulling it, parking it. And the apples. I think he had a bite out of nearly every one we brought home!
If you ask Esmé, she says her favourite part was seeing Gramma and Grampa, and the hayride.
If you ask me, it might be the awesome trampoline-bubble-bouncy-pillow thing. Because we were there first thing on a weekday morning, we had it all to ourselves! They might keep the corn gun and pumpkin cannon for the weekenders, but I’d happily miss out on those if it means having that boing-boing marvel to ourselves. We caught some serious air!
There are plenty of other attractions there too; tractor-trikes to ride, rabbits to pet, goat and llamas and chickens to admire, a bee hive to observe, a bouncy castle, and a zip line too. To be honest though, the orchards and the hayride and the trampoline pillow kept us busy, and by the time we sat down for our potluck picnic, we were tuckered out! And a piece of advice; jump first, eat after. Can’t imagine doing it other way around. Or, maybe I can.
At the end of the day we brought two enormous bags of apples home, where Jack and the kids made buckets of applesauce, and apple muffins, and pear cake, which made up for the fact that Hawk and Esmé loaded the wagon with more apples that I’d planned to purchase.
Thanks for having us, Taves Family Farms! We’ll be back next year! (Especially if you haul out the pumpkin cannon for us!)