An Apple A Day
There is a certain smell that New England gets in the fall. Nothing like the smell of fall in California. The air is crisp. It’s perfect right now, not too many coats – vest weather. The leaves have started changing color and some of them are so fiery – I almost forget that I miss palm trees during this season…almost.
It’s the annual tradition this time of year to go apple picking at Lyman’s Orchard in Middlefield, Connecticut.
Lyman’s is a huge orchard and they also have pears, peaches, and berries when it is the season. We stuck with apples. I picked a few pounds of red and green apples and I plan on baking something soon. Maybe a tarte tatin. I miss France…but if I can’t be there I can eat the food.
I wasn’t able to restrain myself – I ate an apple before I went to pay. It was delicious and I don’t regret it one bit.
There was also a pumpkin patch. This photo with the pumpkin looks weirdly photoshop-ed but I promise the pumpkin was really just sitting there.
I complain about CT sometimes but really when you start driving around it is a lovely place (when it’s not gray and rainy outside).
Leaving the orchard I noticed this barn so I stuck my camera out the car window and surprisingly the photo came out clear. Go me.
So in about eleven days I have my fall break so I will try and post something over break because until then I have lots to read and an exam to study for. Hope this new week finds everyone well. It’s another Monday…