I’m not going to say a lot to introduce this piece; it and the images do the job more than well enough.
It’s fall here in upstate New York, and the crispness of the air, the mown down cornfields, the smell of woodfires, occasionally gunshots from the hunters, the sudden whining insistence of chain saws, endless election ads – nearly all of them negative and leaning toward unpleasantness -, the carunking of the Canada geese as they fly by on their way south…all say winter is on its way.
Oh, and apples!
Yes, I said apples.
I know that Washington State is the place most people think about when they think about apples, but we here in New York have plenty of apples, and an abundance of orchards to choose from. When the kids were little, we went every year, but, as the kids got a little older, somehow, we stopped finding the time for this particular adventure.
But this year, it turned cool early, and the kids and I decided we’d go. On Thursday, I heard a weather report that said we’d get rain on Saturday, and it would be hard enough and windy enough to knock the leaves from the branches –
And we hadn’t gotten out to apple-pick yet, or taken any drives out to just peep at the leaves – now, I understand that if you’re from certain parts of the world, that might not make a lot of sense, but it’s a big enough thing here that Amtrak has added dome observation cars to its route into the Adirondacks, to facilitate people’s peeping experiences.
So we decided that we’d go to an apple orchard on Friday, and enjoy the beautiful early fall weather, some exercise out in nature, and treasure-hunting to find the perfect treats – apples!
Annalise wasn’t sure she wanted to go – she’s like that, sometimes, with things she’s not used to. I told her she was free to stay home; she’s old enough now to stay home alone, if we’re not too far away. But she decided to come, and, after we’d looked around a bit in the farm stand, scoping out the veggies and fruits and apple cider donuts, we bounced out into the sunshine, beneath a still-pale half moon hanging low over us, adding a bit of magic. We ambled and walked through the rows, each with our own bag, in which to place our own treasures. We laughed and I took pictures, and we picked apples, wandering here and there through the rows of trees – each offering its own unique bounty.
There were maps available, but we didn’t take one. Instead, we just let inspiration and the prevailing opinion guide us, picked apples without knowing their names, and happily filled our bags with our found treasures before making our slow way back, burdened with our delicious loads, stopping to rest when we needed to, and for Annalise to climb a pile of woodchips with a built in valley, so that she could jump from side to side while I tried to capture the moment of flight.
We finished in the farm stand, where I treated myself to an African woven basket with handles- I’ve wanted one for a decade or more, and it was wonderful to find one I loved while I had money enough to pay for it. We bought donuts and cider, brussels sprouts on the stalk, carrots and a huge red pepper, plums and Concord grapes and blueberries and honey straws and dried cranberries and chips and a big chunk of dark Belgian chocolate…I took more pictures, and Annalise did, too…
And then we went home, along the country roads with their blaze of color in the fading sun and brightening moon, my basket and our bags, filled with our found treasures, riding with us in our Subaru wagon. I stopped down the road, at my parents’ home, so that the kids could bring them each a donut and an apple.
But those aren’t all we found on our short adventure. We found something far more precious, far more rare. Something that becomes a larger treasure as the days pass, as my children grow up.
We found time. Time to be with each other, to enjoy and laugh and chat and explore and celebrate.
The apples will be sweet – but the time is the truest delight of this beautiful autumn afternoon. It will glow within us while the rain comes down, and we’ll be snug within it.
What have you found lately? Was it tangible, like apples, or more like the laughter, the sunshine, the moments of just being that warm your soul?
Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)