An Apple A Day

Thursday marked the first day of fall—my favorite season—but really it began last weekend for the Mueller’s and me. Having spent 5 years together in New England, a big part of what we consider “autumn tradition” is apple picking. Gearing up in your light overcoat, paying 25 cents for a pouch of feed for the farm animals, plucking a ten pound bag’s worth of beautiful red, yellow and green apples, figuring out the best route up and down a tree, then finishing off the excursion with homemade apple cider and a cider donut from the country store. Thus, I was very excited when Liz proposed that we make the 2 hour drive down to Happy Apple Farms.

Well, it wasn’t quite the New England experience but we had fun nonetheless.

Who knew that apples could grow in such an arid climate? Although small and somewhat sparse I was very impressed with their resilience.

Obviously, Ipswish found the one mud puddle in the whole place to play with her apple in.

Then I made apple crisp and it was delicious!