So far the votes from the last post are 60% for both of us and 40% for me (sorry Mr. Cleaver & puppies), so in honor of your vote, here we are together:
But who took the photo, you ask?
Why this lovely lady, who accompanied us on our annual apple-picking adventure.
As other Maine bloggers have mentioned, the apples are super early this year. Since my favorite apple type (Jonagold) ripens a bit later than the first apples, we waited until mid-September, still several weeks earlier than usual, to take our annual trip to Ricker Hill.
The day was warmer than we imagined (hence the short sleeves), but it was a lovely day for apple picking (or slinging).
This trip is nothing is not full of traditions, so as per usual there were many dozens of mini apple cider doughtnuts,
plenty of tasty apples to pick,
(these look like cherries and taste like apples!)
a trip into the depths of the corn maze (dry enough to traverse the whole thing this year) --
including making it out alive (!!),
a race over the obstacle course,
and cute farm animals.
And I get to look forward to days filled with apple pies, crisps, muffins and sauce!
