I like fall. I can’t say that I love it yet because I still hate the short days and the sad loss of summer (sigh) but since I’ve moved to the East I have learned to appreciate fall. It is simply beautiful out here. Since I moved to DC almost 5 years ago now, I go somewhere and pick apples every Columbus Day. I spend several Columbus Days in upstate New York but this year we stayed a little closer to home. Scott and I had the day off and found a nice farm in rural Virginia with lots of apples to pick. Apparently others had had the same idea and most of the trees had already been picked of those easy to reach apples. So we found ourselves a fruit picker pole. I used it to reach the big apples at the tops of the trees…
Scott used it to fight invisible enemies…
After getting our fill of stayman apples we solicited the help of a tree branch and with my camera on the timer took our picture. Then we gave our fruit picker pole to other pickers and drove to the red and golden delicious apple orchard.
There were no fruit picker poles here so I had to get on Scott’s shoulders to get the good ones. When I was on Scott’s shoulders a woman came by and asked for our camera. She wanted to take a picture of us because we were “so cute.” Now we have a half bushel of apples that need to be made into pies, cakes, muffins, crips and apple sauce! Mmmmmmm. Come on by and have some!