by Kristin Nador/@KristinNador
Fall is my favorite time of year. The oppressive bake of summer gives way to the cool morning crispness of autumn that favors hot tea, cinnamon oatmeal, and leisurely walks. It also brings harvest time. In the midwest where I grew up
Fall was golden fields of wheat, crunchy piles of leaves, and trick or treat.
Last fall I spent a month with my daughter and her family waiting for my second grandson to arrive, enjoying Illinois small town life, harvest festivals, and soft baby fingers.
This fall here in Kentucky trees bursting into flames of red and orange dot the landscape, and canary hued tobacco fields next to the tawny stubble of cleared harvest form a patchwork territory. Passing the ever-present horse farms in the early morning, curlicues of frosty breath rise in clouds from the huddles of meticulously cultivated equine flesh and the brilliant green of fields dull in preparation for colder days.
Another thing I love about fall is apples. Sweet, crunchy, refreshing apples. And don’t get me going on caramel apples. One afternoon last week I needed to run some errands, and the warm sun and cool breezes talked me into taking a break to get out in the sunshine. My kitchen stash of apples was depleted, so I knew where to go.
Write Anywhere 082: Apple Orchard
Evans Apple Orchard and Cider Mill is a cool family-run farm about 5 miles from where I live in Georgetown, Kentucky. It’s a fun place for families, with play areas, U-pick orchards, hay rides, a gift shop, and a cafe with outdoor seating. October is the time not only for apples, but wandering through the pumpkin fields to pick the perfect pumpkin. Decorative gourds of all types sit in bins waiting to be picked for fall accents in someone’s home.
It was fun watching the families: moms with strollers, toddlers hugging pumpkins with big smiles, boys and girls climbing hay bales, riding ’tractor’ tricycles, whooshing down the long slide, and everyone in the hay wagons as the horses tromped along pulling them around the farm. I found a lovely wood glider in the midst of it all to soak up the sun. I pulled out my journal and wrote about missing my children and grandchildren, Kentucky sunshine, and other things rolling around in my brain.
After a nice sunbath, I stepped into the gift shop, where the fragrance of fresh apples, fried pies, and homemade fudge is a combination that’s hard to resist. They have about 12 different types of fudge: everything from traditional to snickers to praline. The flavor I get weak in the knees over is red velvet cake fudge. It’s sinful, y’all. But since I’ve changed my eating lifestyle, I had to avoid the fudge counter and pick out some apples instead. They had some beautiful Honeycrisp apples that I happily gathered into a bushel basket.
Add to that a couple jars of honey (local from the orchard) and I had a lovely autumn haul to take home. The apples are so big Keeper Hubby and I can share one and be satisfied. I might say we will enjoy these apples through the rest of the season, but I’m pretty sure they’ll disappear faster than we think. Plus, if I go back to the orchard, I may have to try a fudge sample. Just to make sure they’re keeping up their standards.
What’s your favorite fall treat?
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