That’s the boyfriend, about two years ago, picking apples with me at Apple Acres in South Hiram, ME. We went again, today and apropos to those “Shady Grove” lyrics, there was a bluegrass festival happening at the orchard, and the apple festival in Cornish, ME.
And it was annoying!
The more I’ve come to know myself, the more I love solitude in places that should be solitary (apple orchards, mountains, beaches) and I love streets teeming with people where they should be (cities, lines at city hall, grocery store deli counters). So, our day trip west to the rolling hills of Hiram turned in to more of an epic walk from a satellite parking lot, a mad dash to get our apples, and a disappointing wait for apple pie in a line that snaked around the gift shop.
Enter: good news.
The apples we bought (15 lbs give or take) were a LOT cheaper than we were anticipating – so that was good! And we had a really excellent drive around route 160 through the hills and along the Saco river, which you really can’t shake a stick at. And I managed to get some awesome shots of apples before my camera’s battery died:
So now, a few hours later (ohh, just 11:40pm) I have an apple pie in the oven and still, an enormous bag full of apples for various sauce, butter, crisp, salad, sandwich and more purposes. So despite the crowds and the mad dash for apples we’ve got this year’s supply in hand and have officially begun the ‘summer winding down’ process. Although it was warm enough today for the beach, I’m already unpacking and folding my autumn sweaters for these excellent, crisp days that are coming our way.