You can pick your apples…

So, this weekend we went apple picking.

Now, for people who’ve lived in the north east for a while, I suspect you’ll laugh at me. This isn’t something we did in San Antonio, and other than kicking at the rotten ones from my grandmother’s trees when I was a kid, apples were just a lackluster fruit in the grocery store. So when Dev mentioned going apple picking with her grad student netwok, I was less than enthused. She dangled the idea of apple cider and doughnuts over my head, and I gave in.

We drive out south west of Philly, to this Linvilla Orchards. By the time we turned off onto the mile or so long road that led to it, traffic was already at a crawl. We inched along, and eventually got to this massive parking area surrounding a garden center. A carnival was set up on one side, farm market stalls set up along the other, and I had absolutely no clue where we were going.

A long grass aisle between rows of dwarf apple trees
Bright blue sky with whispy clouds, over small tree branches reaching for the sky

So we wandered around, picking apples at random, no one bothering to try to figure out what was what. The trees were dwarf ones, so even Em could pick them. We finally declare it done with a box full of apples, and call it a day, exhausted, slightly sun burnt, and pondering everything we want to make.

Not a bad way to spend a day!

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1 Comment

  1. October 17, 2012 at 9:15 am

    Whoooo hooooo!!! I miss doing that!


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