Nothing gets my blood pumping quite the same way like the woodsy smell of fall leaves mingled with the burning wood from a backyard BBQ, or old fashioned chimney. Even the festive sights of a toothy grin from a neighbor's jack-o-lantern and a spooky cartoon cardboard skeleton suspended in a window never fails to bring a smile to my face. The only thing better than free sweets and dressing up, however, is a trip to the apple orchard.
After a week filled with work chaos and too many angry taxi drivers releasing their emotions through their car horns, desired nothing more than a weekend visit to the country where the chirping crickets and singing birds could replace all the industrial city noises. I was unsure whether it was too early in the season for apple picking, but convinced Matt to fire up his truck and drive out to Terhune Orchards (http://www.terhuneorchards.com/). Luck was on my side that day since the orchard happened to be hosting it's opening festival that day complete with mums, hay rides, and hard cider tastings.
My inner five year old was pure joy at the sights of pumpkins, wandering animals, and plethora of apple products. I couldn't resist indulging and walked away with a half-gallon of apple cider, a couple of tester fresh apples, and an overall haul of 15 pounds of apples (the checkout boy was incredulous that we could pick that much). What can I say, we got carried away! Take away lesson for the day: always make the girl with no biceps whatsoever to speak of carry the apple bag instead of the ripped, 200 pound hockey player.
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| Pumpkin picking |
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| 15 lbs. worth of apples...they really should give smaller bags |
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| The domestic duck |
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| Apples and Peaches (the orchard's puppies) |
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| Flowers in front of the farm (you could pick a bouquet for $0.29) |
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| Trying to decide which apples are worthy of our take-home bag |
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| One of the many apple tree-lined rows |
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