My parents live on a magical country lane called Apple Valley Road. In old pictures it is a winding dirt path along the river, orchards as far as you can see. Apples everywhere. There are still a lot of heirlooms apples to be had if you have a ladder and a few free hours. We took the boys today and picked three baskets full. They are small fruits- imperfect, a few wormy ones in the bunch- but they have the most wonderful tart crispness and will make for good winter pies and crumbles. Welcome, Fall- nice to see you again.
