Then she picked lots of apples at her parents' orchard. She used those apples to make applesauce, and dehydrated apples.
Oh, then she picked some more apples. Those apples went into an apple press to make juice. And then she made a few pies to top it off.
Each time was a family affair--siblings, children, nieces, nephews, parents. Doesn't it sound (and look) so idyllic? What a perfect Fall.