How’s Them Apples

I know it’s not autumn yet but it feels that way. The temperatures here in Maine are quickly dropping, especially at night. It’s noticeable because this past summer has been one of the hottest on record. So this Sunday after mowing the lawn and hitting the gym, my wife, my daughter and I headed to the country to get us some apples and blueberries. Having completed two manuscripts this summer, the rest of my day was clear and free. There would be no writing today. It would be all about the apples—and blueberries.

It was a beautiful day. We climbed in the car and drove the forty-five minutes out to the country. The smells of grass and cow manure filled the air. We arrived at the farm and immediately took in the rolling mountains and greenery. Come October, the colors would be more spectacular than they were now. But it was still quite beautiful. For once it was nice not to have to think about murder and deceit.

We climbed out of the car and got shuttled by golf cart to the main entrance. In the distance I could see rows upon rows of apple and blueberry groves. The day was festive and many people had already showed up. A two-man band played a Van Morrison song inside a tent-covered patio. Little kids danced in front of the two band members, along with their parents. The aroma of fresh beer, apple cider donuts and brick oven pizzas filled the air.

There were sweet varieties of blueberries and tangy blueberries, although we all agreed that the sweet blueberries were the tastiest. Three quarts tasty. Then we proceeded to the apple groves where we filled a large bag with Courtlands, Macs and Golden Delicious.

A great day of family fun. If only our son was home from college it would have been better. But we sent him the pics. Better hurry before they run out.

How you like them apples?

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3 Responses to How’s Them Apples

  1. Happily, apple and berry picking are things we can do safely this year. I picked blueberries and raspberries at Sites in Athens a while back and am looking forward to apples.

  2. That day sounds perfect. I spent my first twelve years in Vermont . Six of those years we lived on a dairy farm that included an apple orchard. There were at least four different types of apples. Courtlands were my favorite. My parents made their own apple cider. I remember the fresh cider and the amazing smell while they were pressing the cider. Enjoy this season in Maine. I currently live in Florida and I envy you and the crisp fall air.

  3. Anonymous says:

    Are you keeping the location secret, Joe? Sounds like a fabulous place.


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