Friday, September 17, 2010

The Apple Orchard - There were bugs, hay, dirt, and (oh yeah) apples (some with worms)

Today I helped drive for the Pre-K field trip to the Apple Orchard. It was what it was. No more, no less. The kids were excited about the Apple Orchard for a whole thirty minutes before they got hungry/bored/needed to go potty.

I think someone forgot to tell the Apple Orchard man that the children were 4- and 5-year-olds. I felt certain of my assessment when he stopped the hayride to tell them about grafting different varieties of trees, and the organic measures they take to keep Codling Moths from damaging the fruit. First of all, TMI, but, more than that, Dude! Never stop the hayride. 1) The rumbling of the motor and gentle bouncing of the ride soothes the restless beasts. 2) They try to escape!

Did you know that ladybugs eat many of the pests that harm orchards? They do! But, note to self: Never stand close to the man with the paper plates piled high with live lady bugs. He hands those suckers off to the closest people to hold while the kids put their fingers down in them and let the ladybugs crawl on their hands. Slight drawback: the ladybugs start crawling up your own hands and arms. And, FYI, it is really hard to maintain your I'm-a-cool-tough-mommy-who-isn't-scared-of-nothin' persona when bugs are crawling up your sleeves. As I told Lulu's teacher, at least I know what my nightmare will look like tonight. And, I think those other moms thought I was joking when I told them I was going to need to rip my shirt off and have them check me for ladybugs.

I did get to get a closer look at this "L" kid. Ummm. Hello, precious little (well, big) smidgen who held a ladybug so Lulu could get a better look! Do your parents believe in arranged marriages? (Again. Not really! I AM KIDDING. Four is much too young to be making life changing decisions. I insist she waits til she's at least seven.)

But, bonus! I bought some local honey made by the honey bees at the orchard. I felt so "farmers' market-y". Double bonus, the lady pointed out I was about to buy a jar with a dead bee in it before I actually bought it. I tried to play it off that that would never fly (Ba-dum-cha! No pun intended...) with my children. But, I think she was suspicious that it was really me who wanted to jump up and down like a little girl and squeal, "EWWWWW!"

All in all, I was left, once again, adoring all of our teachers and marveling that they do this day in and day out. I wonder if I should I start tipping them every day at pickup?


K.C. said...

Was there a bug dance in there anywhere?

Ali said...

K.C. - if there had been, i would have been happier. :D

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