I've never been apple picking before, since I've never lived anywhere apples were grown. Apples are a big deal around here. Going apple picking on a weekend is an essential fall activity, same as selecting a pumpkin for Halloween.
I'm not exagerating when I say it was a thrilling experience, picking an apple off a tree and taking a bite on a beautiful, cool and sunny fall day. We loved it. We being Liam and I and Karen and her family. C.J. had to study before the final week of his pediatrics rotation.
For the first time I've thought about why pumpkins are popular at Halloween and pumpkin pie and apple pie are favorites at Thanksgiving. Because they are part of the fall harvest in the Northeast. Is this how the pilgrams did it? I'm feeling so American.
Liam's big apple
Hay rides to the orchard (o.k., pilgrams probably didn't have tractors)
Team Ford picking the perfect apple
Rows and rows of apple trees
So juicy and delicious
How's your apple? Pretty good, how's yours?
Apple pickers
Can't get fresher than this
Fall corn
Pumpkins still on the vine at a real pumpkin patch
Little boy meets big pumpkin
Mom, don't worry about the apple juice all over my shirt. Help me pick this up.
Nevermind, I found one my size. What do you mean this isn't a good one?
2 comments:
Love it :) What a fun day that was!
That looks so fun, and the pumpkins are actually in a real patch, not bought from another farm and resold. It must be wonderful to actually be a part of the seasons, though I imagine it is going to get cold in the near future.
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