It’s fall in New England and, with the exception of the occasional hot spells, I can feel it. Days are shorter and the leaves are turning color and shedding to the ground. Pretty soon there’ll be nothing left but branches in the sky.
I don’t mind. I like change, even when it’s predictable. I’ve started teaching my WordPress class again – a certain harbinger of either spring or fall – and have taken out the winter pajamas. It’s warm today but I’m sure we’ll be back to comfortable, cool nights before too long.
Just finished up with the Columbus Day weekend here in the US and, for a change, the hubby and I actually went out and did something together. We have a tendency to act like ships passing in the night, then sit down and complain about how infrequently we do things together. During the last bitch-fest, I suggested we spend one day of the three we had off to go somewhere. Maybe apple picking? October is certainly the month for that.
Fruit-picking is an old standby, but neither one of us was feeling especially inspired to come up with new ideas. So, after the obligatory wasted morning we piled into the car and headed off for Bolton, Massachusetts and Nashoba Valley Winery. The winery grows most of its own fruit and has some really nice varieties. I like going there because I know I’ll be able to pick some really interesting and unusual types of apples. In this case, we loaded our bag with Ida Reds, Golden Russet and Roxbury Russet. There’s no point in driving an hour to pick up Delicious or Macintosh apples. You can get those anywhere, but when was the last time you laid hands on a Baldwin or Northern Spy?
The place was mobbed by the time we got there. Fortunately, they’re used to the rush and had some extra help and space on hand. The day was gorgeous, with clear blue skies and just the right touch of autumn cool. We traipsed hither and yon, looking for the trees that had the apples we wanted. Of course (but, of course!), I brought my camera: