Apples Are Fall

It couldn’t get any more “fall” than bins of apples.  I grew up in Ellington, CT.  We apple picked all the time, riding the tractor up to the orchard (or just walking), and filling a tote full of apples.  As it became September, then October, new varieties were ready for picking.  I took it for granted, apparently, because people spend hours trekking out to NJ or Westchester from the city for the same experience.  Just more crowded.  Good ‘ole Johnny Appleseeds.  I think some of the orchards have become developments and it’s not quiet the same experience, but good memories.

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