There cannot be a more iconic autumn activity than apple picking.
It's one that has gone from first time memories to family tradition. This time, made so much better by sharing it with my mother as well.
We missed Honey Crisp season somehow. It was here, and then suddenly it was gone before I had a chance to fill up on their sweet deliciousness. Although I am disappointed about missing out on my favorite apple, there was still plenty of goodness to be picked.
The branches were loaded with Honey Gold, Jonathan, and Song of September. (And I even strolled down the rows of harvested Honey Crisp trees and found a few last ones hiding.)
It was truly amazing how fast we filled our baskets with 20 pounds of apples.
Almost equally amazing is that now, a few days later, those apples are gone (although Monkey did leave one on the porch for the last two nights for "da raccoons to eat to get weady for winter." And both apples were gone in the morning. Either lucky raccoons or very strong chipmunks.)
Bug was not so keen on picking the apples this year, since last year he was told that picking meant eating. Although he was happy enough to run through the orchard and carry baskets.
Family, outdoors, bonding, apples...the perfect activity.
The fact that the day ending with apple crisp doesn't hurt either. Even if the Honey Crisps are gone.
How about you? Any favorite fall activities? Or more importantly, any favorite type of apple?