Fall doesn't only bring changing leaves and cooling winds, but also harvest time. Fresh vegetables, berries, and fruits, ripe off the bush, vine, plant, or tree. And that includes apples. My grandparent's have twenty one apple trees and every other year, our fall is filled with a flurry of picking apples for cider, sauce, pies, and just to eat.
Yesterday was apple picking day. Two trees were ready and heavy laden with apples; bursting with fresh fruit. While my grandpa and uncle worked on building my grandpa's shed, and my aunt and grandma were in the garden going through the many rows of veggies, we headed off to tackle the task of apple picking.
There's hardly anything so sweet as chomping an apple plucked seconds before by your own hand. With the boys gathering the apples we picked from the higher branches in small lacrosse nets and dumping them in cardboard boxes, we made short work and finished both trees in a couple of hours. Afterwards, we sliced some apples and made apple sauce which was quickly devoured at dinner.
Driving home, the car was heavy with the scent of apples, full with the smell of fall. We've now got a rather large box of apples sitting on our counter, plus some peppers, as well as a box of tomatoes. (we also brought home a big container of raspberries but ate most of them already. fresh berries are hard to resist)
Apple picking Sundays are some of my favorite days. I'm looking forward to when more of the trees are ready; to when we'll spend whole days picking, slicing, and cooking apples for sauce and cider. Yesterday was a small taste of Autumn. And a delicious one at that.
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