When fall rolls around, I can't help but think about those Sunday family adventures out to Terrison's Apple Orchards in Cumberland. Mom and dad would pile us in that Chevy station wagon, and we'd fly off. Once there, it was an hour and a half of pure fun and excitement, finding the perfect tree with the most macs and trying to climb to the top. My brother and I climbing and tossing and my sisters catching and bagging them. We usually took home a bushel of macintosh, a peck or two of my favorite, golden delicious, and a jug of cider. The day wasn't complete, unless we caught a glimpse of old man Terrison in the shop and listened took him talk to Dad about how many gallons of cider he had pressed that morning. Ah, apple pickin' time. There was that allure and oh, that mouth watering aroma, just walking among the drooping-branched trees in the Terrison's orchard maze.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Apple Truck
When fall rolls around, I can't help but think about those Sunday family adventures out to Terrison's Apple Orchards in Cumberland. Mom and dad would pile us in that Chevy station wagon, and we'd fly off. Once there, it was an hour and a half of pure fun and excitement, finding the perfect tree with the most macs and trying to climb to the top. My brother and I climbing and tossing and my sisters catching and bagging them. We usually took home a bushel of macintosh, a peck or two of my favorite, golden delicious, and a jug of cider. The day wasn't complete, unless we caught a glimpse of old man Terrison in the shop and listened took him talk to Dad about how many gallons of cider he had pressed that morning. Ah, apple pickin' time. There was that allure and oh, that mouth watering aroma, just walking among the drooping-branched trees in the Terrison's orchard maze.
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Remember when J was just months old, we took him there to pick apples? Get that kid right to work.
ReplyDeleteFun memory, Birdman. Growing up in Michigan, autumn officially arrived when we went to the apple orchard. The leaves were turning and pumpkins were sitting atop bales of hay as far as the eye could see. No tree climbing for me. I loved to watch the apple presses -- and then down a glass of fresh cider right on the spot. I definitely miss that in SRQ.
ReplyDeleteAs I read your wonderful memories of times past, I couldn't keep my eyes off of that red truck -- love it!
ReplyDeleteI'm in the middle of "apple country" right now and I can't find a cider mill. This is torture.
ReplyDeleteThere's something special about the quality of air in an apple orchard. All the senses seem to be heightened.
ReplyDeleteA special touch of love to our Tuesday, thanks so much for this adorable story!
ReplyDeleteLéia
The smell of apples in the barn. That's a nostalgic memory for me of Autumn.
ReplyDeleteYour description and photo take me there...
ReplyDeleteWe have an apple area in So Cal where I go every October -- mainly because there is nothing, nothing better than the fresh pressed apple cider. I'd better start clearing out the freezer.
Birdman, thanks for the memories. My apple memories are a bit more recent. My kids are in their 20s, and when in their teens and before, every year we drove out to one of those pick-your-own orchards and picked more apples (mostly macs!) than any family of four could possibly eat. And, the smell of the cider and the pies!!!
ReplyDeleteAn apple orchard is such an essential fall outing. I really like the red on the truck.
ReplyDeleteCan you still do it in your area? We have one big you-pick around here but the season is much earlier. I doubt they let the kids climb to the top of the trees any more.
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ReplyDeleteI think I said: " What a g reat idea, an shiny red APPLE truck pulls up with your iMacs! I"m training at the Apple Store so I'm all about that!
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Great truck! Enjoyed your post.
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