The Truth About Apple Picking


Don’t you love going apple picking this time of year?  I sure do!

OK, that’s not entirely true.  I’m starting to realize that, like many things, this always seems like a great idea {nature! fresh fruit! fun for all!} but can often turn into more of a seasonal obligation.  Sort of like waiting in line for 45 minutes to meet Santa, only to find your kid traumatized for life while you hand over $25 for a photo.

But off we went last weekend on a crisp, picture-perfect autumn day with some good friends.  It was like a postcard.








Well, it was mostly like a postcard.  Except for a few details.  In your postcards, are there tons of bees swarming around the apples?  Or perhaps there are crowds and traffic.  Surely there are kids {namely, mine} whining about various things.  Like wet grass, climbing hills, carrying apples, wearing jackets, not wearing jackets, and, oh, suddenly not liking apples.  And naturally, all postcards have port-a-potties and petting zoos, with not enough Purel in the world to make them tolerable.

I’m just being honest.  Like many things, it’s never the puppies-and-unicorns scenario you had in mind once you introduce the logistics of the day to small kids.  And that’s OK.  Because, after some thought, I’ve neatly summed up why, in reality, most of us go apple picking every year.




But come on — I’d be lying if I said we didn’t have fun.  We did.  Especially when I made the discovery of the year:  A beer garden.  At the orchard.


See?  Apple picking is fun.  I love apple picking.  We’ll be back next year.

After I make and freeze 38 apple crisps.


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  1. Meredith says:

    We did the same thing this weekend! So think of me when you are freezing up the apple crisps enough to feed an army. Also, so glad to know I’m not the only one who somehow misses the puppies-and-unicorns boat–every single time.

  2. Gorgeous photos! I’d go apple picking again if there was a beer garden in it for me…

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