Every couple of years we go apple picking. Sometimes there is a corn maze. Sometimes there is a fake pumpkin patch (where you "pick" the pumpkins off the ground but if you ask you find out they were shipped in from Ohio). Sometimes there is a big market with other fresh goodies. Sometimes there is a hay ride. There is ALWAYS apple cider and that funny colored corn to hang on the front door (what is that?).
We had a lot of fun this year. We went to a small farm about an hour north (thank you Dexter, our British-inflected GPS man who tells us when to get on and off the motorway) and played with the apples. We ate them, threw them, climbed in their trees, hit them with branches and got splattered by them, juggled them, and finally, bought about 20 pounds of them.
We will be loving apples for the next several weeks as we tear through all the apple recipes in all the cookbooks. So, have yourself an appley-super day!