This time of the year in New England, I slowly move from summer mode to autumn. Slowly, because I’m in denial that summer is over. It’s after Labor Day and, before long, snow will be on the ground. But, before the snow flies, bring in autumn with its fiery reds and oranges; crisp, cool air; and, the smell of cider donuts from the nearby orchard. It’s apple harvest time.
I live in a small town with several apple orchards. Throngs of people descend each year to capture a day in the country and take home a sampling of the apples, jams, cider, and pies for sale. For most, it’s a rite of autumn. And, no matter your age, there is something special about picking your own apples. (And eating them while you pick is even better!).
Wherever you live, whether it’s New England, Wisconsin, or Oregon, celebrate the apple harvest. If you can pick you own, go do it. If not, try the apple varieties in your local grocery store. Eat an apple and taste the nostalgia!