When I was a kid my parents used to take us every September to pick apples, sometimes a couple of time, and it was always early in the morning. I used to whine and complain about how early it was and how I had to wear a sweatshirt and jeans to stay warm. I hated that there was still dew in the long grass. I hated it all… until I took my first crunchy bite of a morning-chilled apple and got into picking. Truthfully, I enjoyed every moment. I just didn’t enjoy waking up so early on a Saturday morning.
Now I know why we got up so early. I mean, I knew but now I know. Yesterday we took the girls to Lyman’s Orchards in Middlefield, CT to pick some peaches since CT is smack in the middle of peach season. We were going to picnic, but it was hot and humid, threatening to rain the entire time. There were bugs. BUGS. The orchard, uh, people had the fly catchers in the shape of apples hanging in trees down every row of apples and peaches and they were just covered in nasty little critters. There was fruit on the ground literally baking in the humid sun. The girls, The Mister and I had fun, but honestly I was grumpy because we were all wilting in the heat and humidity and everyone’s deodorant had clearly failed.
But the beauty around us was breathtaking. These orchards are truly incredible. It’s not just a few acres, but so many acres that they’re further than the eye can see full of rolling hills. Every kind of fruit that you can find in CT spread out before us in various stages of growth, picking, seeding, and tilling. It was gorgeous. All of the roads we drove were part of the orchards and there simply to get from one part of the property to the next… some paved, some gravel… but each and every one filled with a country scene that are worth vacationers visiting while in the area. I live here, I’ve seen that view more times than I can count and my breath was still taken away.
In my town and immediate neighboring towns, as well as my home town, there are a lot of farms. My current town is stuffed with farms of every kind including orchards. I don’t think I ever really appreciate it until I became a parent and made friends with people who own some of these farms. I appreciate living in a state that can get so much of its fruits and vegetables and dairy and meat and produce from its own farms and orchards. I hope my girls grow up with this sort of appreciation.
It’s not just something white people like. Especially since now I have some delicious, crispy apples and peaches for pies, crisps, danish, tarts, and straight old eating. You can’t get any more fresh than picking your own. It’s worth every penny, especially when it costs less than buying it from the grocery stores. 🙂 And I got to spend some time with my family and take in some gorgeous scenic views.
Not to mention we stopped in the market and picked up some treats from their bakery. The girls got cupcakes while my eldest and The Mister shared a blondie, and I had my favorite Lyman treat: an apple cider doughnut with cinnamon sugar. Cue mouth-watering.