As we New Yorkers wait on the cusp of Hurricane Sandy (the subways shut down earlier this evening, and now there's nothing to do but sit and wait), I thought I'd travel back in time to sunnier days. Last weekend I headed off to Connecticut with some friends to partake in a quintessential East Coast autumn activity: Apple picking! So far Connecticut is the only state in New England I've been to, and it was gorgeous. Above: Wide blue skies, hills smothered in fall foliage, and families selecting the perfect (soon to be) jack-o-lantern.
We went to Lyman Orchard, which is massive, and had different orchards devoted to different apples. Here I am plucking an Empire apple from heavy, low-hanging boughs. Eating apples directly from the tree is a transcendant experience--it's like the tree produced a perfect Christmas ornament that's also as delicious as candy. And nutritious. And filling. Magical.
The ground beneath the trees was littered with fallen apples, which will later be turned to cider, no doubt.
Did I mention we got to sample the apples straight from the trees? Because we did.
Connecticut-connected friend, hillside, and orchards!
A ladybug! We also saw tiny chipmunks scampering around the trees.
Laura likes afternoon sunshine on a 72 degree day in October.
Those colors! Lots of trees get pretty magnificent in Northern California for fall, but our hillsides are not covered in deciduous varieties...our oaks and pines don't get this dramatic.
Sampling a Red Delicious--much more delicious and less cottony than the supermarket variety, but not my favorite. This picture, however, is one of my favorites!
Cherry branch and New England hillside.
Fecundity and rot.
More of that expansive sky.
Picking some Granny Smiths to turn into applesauce!
Gourds and shadows. It was a busy day for the orchards.
Lake and mini-pumpkin patch.
My Bean boots served me exceptionally well in the orchard's rough and muddy terrain.
Ghost pumpkin and a breeze.
Check out that giant line! Everyone wanted a pumpkin. Disregard my Bieber-y hair.
The end of the sunflowers.
Now, here's a bit of a Connecticut neighborhood. Check out all the land!
And, of course, the trees.
Also, we got to spend our evening playing with a Corgi puppy! An amazing min-vacation. Now back in New York we're battening down the hatches for Hurricane Sandy...such an innocuous name for something so destructive. At least I'll have memories of sunny orchards and puppies to help me through.