Now is a great time to be in New England. There's tons of natural beauty to take in, which is one of the reasons why fall is my favorite season for being outdoors. This past weekend, we visited Cider Hill Farm in Amesbury, Massachusetts. With sunny skies, temperatures in the uppers 60's and a slight breeze, it was perfect weather for going apple picking.
A gentle slop of apple trees, you can see why the farm is called 'Cider Hill'.
I loved their display of pumpkins, which came in all shapes, colors and textures.
The little man looked mighty cool in his tinted glasses, track suit and garden boots.
As you can see, the fall foliage still has a ways to go before reaching its peak.
As the wind swept through the corn fields, the dried leaves made a gentle rattling noise.
We picked a good amount of Mutsu apples, which are similar to Granny Smith. They are destined for pie.
I would love to grow an orchard of my own one of these days. As I picked, I thought about the relationship between the farmer with his apple trees. Simply put - he cares for them, and if all goes well, they supply him with an abundance in return. I'm sure there's a parable in here somewhere.
A bin of fallen apples - soon they'll be carted off to the cider press.
