Today was a chilly 45 degree day, but while Joe was at work, his mom and I drove thirty minutes north from Spokane to Greenbluff, a collection of hilly farms and orchards.
Even though there aren't a ton of colors here, we agreed the beauty is in the contrast of things.
There's Mount Spokane with some snow on it.
Marta was excited to see the apples since poor Michigan has none this year after a rough spring of crazy temperature changes.
Here are a couple friends we made. These rams really liked to ram things.
And here's another picture of Marta with what she decided must have been some ancient gynecological contraption. Ouch.
We decided you could spend an entire day up there, driving from one farm to the next, buying fruit and veggies and eggs and wine and sauces and jams and--gasp--cheesecake!
Too bad Cedric took so long picking out his apples.