Rows upon rows of apples. We tended to favor red and golden delicious for eating, and cortland for baking. No photos of the two pies made later, but we were all rather too sick with culinary delights to photograph the scene.
YUM.
Eve tries to persuade Adam. He looks pretty complicit.
It was the serpent's idea anyway.
Apple pickers in attendance: Emily, Ken, Abbye, Emily D., and Beth.
I wish I had taken a photo of the "hayride." If you read Kara's blog, you have had an account of a decent hayride. The one offered at our orchard was so pathetic! There was a tractor pulling this flat board on wheels. Upon the board, there were 4 bales of hay in the middle. That was it! So you could sit on the bed of the trailer and lean against a hay bale, but sheesh, how sad! Hayrides should have at least a few of the following elements: hay (lots of loose hay), hay bales stacked up to make benches with backs, horses, pumpkins, etc. Right? Am I a hay ride snob or what?