Last year we picked our winter apples on November 11th. This year we kept hearing rumors about an early harvest, so despite the debatable weather, Alan and I went up to our favorite orchard today. It is barely time to pick Pink Ladies, which are what we decided to store this winter (they were the same this January as when we picked them and we ran out before they spoiled).
When I asked if they were ready the nice orchard lady said, "Well, sort of."
Turns out that the two other large local orchards had serious frost damage this year so everybody went to our orchard. And they picked almost all the apples ready or not. We found the two bushels we wanted, but it took some looking.
The orchard was still busy and there were still some apples (we left you a couple of bushels of pink ladies up by the picnic area if you are looking for some.)
However, I suspect that they will be out soon. Alan had to hunt for a long time to find about 3/8 of a bushel of Granny Smith, which are now buried in one bag or another under Pink Ladies...we will find them sooner or later. One thing is certain though. They taste as good as always.
MMMM looks good. Don't forget the Antique Show at the Johnstown Senior Center 11-3 tomorrow.
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Nice! The apples here have been great this year.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures. I've got to get me hence to our closest orchard, which really isn't all that close.
ReplyDeleteAnd now in honor of your efforts a few lines from Robert Frost's "After Apple-Picking":
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
Mom, wish we could have made it. Sounds like a good show! Love you!
ReplyDeleteLinda, they have. I am so glad we went and got ours when we did. We had been hearing rumors that they were short around here
Cathy, thank you. We are so lucky. Ours is just up around the corner and the folks who run it are really nice. Love the poem. One of the nice things in winter is coming downstairs in the dark in the morning and smelling the apples stored in the front hall! lol