In more ways than one, this past month was about the apple. Autumn has arrived, and to spend our 1st anniversary as a married couple, and to honor the start of this glorious season, we went to a nearby farm with friends to pick our galas, fuji, delicious, and other bushels of the fruit which defines this time of year. It was a wonderful day, although I don't know that Mike nor I had ever picked apples while sweating, batting off bugs, and wishing we had brought galoshes to tackle the puddles accumulated over the weeks before - at least we hadn't handled such circumstances all at once like this time around.
Nevertheless, we explored the market first at Shady Brook Farm in Newtown and Yardley. We went to this farm last year, and fell in love with the mass amounts of homemade apple cider (Mike), and their mass amount of homemade ice cream flavors (Carly - pumpkin, obviously). This time, Mike and I also filled up a basket full of their newest produce: kale, squash, tomatoes; we also invested in some interesting (despite not incredibly local) finds: figs, peach-pear currant, and a roasted garlic cheese spread. What splendors found at side stands! Although I can't let my delicate sidesteps into this culinary basket of treasures mask the size of Shady Brook. It is truly a wonderland -- they have a pumpkin festival along with a corn field maze throughout apple picking season, and by the holidays they construct huge metal sculptures which are lit up and exemplify the elves, holly, and Christmas cheer come winter. (Much like Lights on the Lake us SU alums remember, yes?!)
So, amidst our feasting eyes, we get up to the register, spilling our contents of glorious finds and ask excitedly about the apple picking. "There is none." (Yes, said so apathetically via the lips of a teenage boy bored to tears to be working on his precious Sunday). Me, so much more politely, "What do you mean? Is it...too early to pick? (September, not time of day)" "We lost most of our crop thanks to all the hurricanes." Oh Nooo!! How sad, and how unfortunate for them. What seems like pennies when paying for a bucket of apples at just about $10, surely Shady Brook was losing more than just fruit, but dough as well. We felt glad to be able to buy from their market, and enjoy some of their homemade goodies out on the picnic tables out front before reconvening with our friends.
"We passed another farm on our way up here," brilliantly told by our friends Lauren and Kyle. I guessed it was Styer Orchard, Mike and I had picked there with some 'Cuse visitors during one of our first falls in PA. Just down the road, we gave it a go, and hoped that despite the short distance, we'd be able to revel in the picking of our apple crop for the season. (Or at least the first batch). Fortunately, Styer's was not only open for business, but bumpin' with a crowd - likely some who also left Shady Brook to enjoy some fall festivities - and we ended up taking both a tractor ride and a schlep out to another section of the orchard for a different variety. Sticky and sweaty, it was well worth the trek - less than two weeks out from the pickin's and Mike and I had made 4 apple pies and an apple crisp. Even better, these make great gifts during this time of year, and so we offered them to friends who either couldn't make it that day, or had exciting news of their own (we have a couple pregnant with their first due around Easter time!)
It's no surprise this is a favorite time of year, and this apple picking adventure proved as much why. It involves some work, some friends, literally some fruit of one's labor, and a beautiful day away from the noise of technology and all other things modern; it just puts me specifically in a good place of nostalgia and thinking about the hard work such farmers do into getting their orchards primed.
On another level of Macintosh, and a slight switch from the above sentiment, Steve Jobs died last week, creator and innovator of the beloved Apple, Inc. An achiever, a hard worker, an inventor, a family man, a business pro, and a creative soulful genius, in many ways the world lost one of a kind when he passed. Obama pointed out interestingly enough on the very devices that catapulted our world into speed and accessibility was Jobs' death circulating. People come and go, but if you read up on the kind of person Jobs was, as a professional but even more as a human being, it's no wonder the world should be in some mourning. The video that has been most talked about, is the graduation speech he gave at Stanford over 6 years ago. Jobs recites 3 main chapters in his life which help enlighten the bystander into the kind of person and magician he really was. "..the only way to do great work is to love what you do...don't settle." And morbidly, but honestly: "Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."
As I sit here tonight and think about all the extra work I have been putting in at my job, and the papers I have looming in my head for the rest of the school semester, I remember this month of September into October as the month of the apple. A month that meant we lost a great person who changed our world, but reminded us that we are given the opportunities to enjoy ourselves with friends and family, and to do what we can to be happy and purposeful. Thank you to this magical month, and to the magical people I have in my life. So many more orchards to explore together!
