Autumn Joys: Apple Picking

This past weekend our friends invited my partner and I to go apple picking. As you can see, we said yes!

They only had a selection of their apples available for picking, but lucky for us they were delicious ones! If you’ve never eaten an Ambrosia apple, I highly recommend it. Neither of us had ever had one and our bag disappeared in under a week.

The sky was so beautiful. The weatherman told us it was going to be 14, but it felt much more like 20-something! It was gorgeous.

The day felt like a dream. It smelled divine, like apples, and fresh cut grass, and crisp fall air.

I wondered often if deer think of this as the most magical place to find and nibble some apples…

Butterflies and bees were still enjoying the last dregs of summer.

The colours of fall seem so surreal to me. People often edit their photos (none in this post, of course I also edit photos!) of fall foliage to be brighter and more vivid, but there’s something about catching a forest when it offers those colours to you without alteration that is so sacred.

October – Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.