Jameson makes apple pie. First we had to pick apples from the trees in the yard. Her sword came in handy for reaching the apples up high. She rolled out the crust and poked fork holes into the top in the shape of the first letter of each of our names.
Who should I run into on my walk, but Harley! He was with his class on a field trip to watch the train go by. An added bonus was to watch the sky writing airplane.