Nearly Wordless Saturday: Apple Picking

I didn’t have a picture this past week for Nearly Wordless Wednesday, so here is a picture for Nearly Wordless Saturday.

We went apple picking last Sunday. Actually, we went during the time that the Eagles were playing. (Mr. Man likes to wear his Eagles shirt on game days but we don’t usually watch the game. We do like to check in on the score and see how they did though).

The farm that we visit for apple picking is pretty low fuss. It is close to our house (about five miles away). It has apples and a few other apple products. You can pay in cash or by check. Imagine that. You can still pay by check. It doesn’t have corn mazes or touristy stuff. We don’t go there to get pumpkins or go on hayrides. We go somewhere else for that kind of experience.

This year, hopefully, like the last five or so previous years, we will make it there twice during the season. Usually, we go once earlier in the season and once the last weekend in the season. The last weekend of the apple season at the farm is usually last weekend of October or the first weekend of November. That visit always feels like a bit of a rush because during the last weekend of October, we might be rushing around during Halloween type stuff and Mr. Man’s birthday is during the first weekend of November.

I like to take a picture of us picking apples during our first visit because it seems so seasonal.

This visit goes with the fall aesthetic that I am trying to capture with my life and my pictures and my social media account.

We don’t just apple pick for the aesthetic. I mean, that’s part of it, but we also like apples too!

Also just so you know, it was in the 80’s the afternoon that I took this picture. Then I went home and made an apple crisp even though I was sweating.

You can’t not go to apple farm and not have apple crisp! I didn’t wear a flannel though. I wore shorts and a t-shirt to apple pick.

I like to take pictures during our last apple farm visit because of a nerdy reason that is special to me. It seems like I am one of the few who enjoyed learning about poetry in high school. I am not so into poetry that I regularly read it. I do enjoy it sometimes though. I remember the Robert Frost poem called “After Apple-Picking” from 10th grade. This one line attached itself into my brain. I like to say to myself, as I am walking away from the apple farm.

“But I am done with apple-picking now” -Robert Frost

I like a picture walking away from an apple farm with that line as the caption. It seems kind of twee.

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