This weekend Alexis, Dave, and I made the annual pilgrimage to Poverty Lane Orchard. It was a wet day, but we dodged rain showers, and had the place to ourselves. Proprietor Steve Wood kindly sold us a mixed bin of bittersweets that he had, rather than the usual single-variety bin – thanks to Steve, Brenda, and all the folks at Poverty Lane, well worth the trip. We also picked a few hundred pounds in their 2 Below apple menagerie, which was a bit sparse this late in the season but we got some bittersharps and yellow newton pippins, plus some yarlingtons for old time’s sake.
Then we hung out with Andy, Emily, and Elsie, and checked out the CSA where he works, Sunrise Farm in White River. In addition to vegetables they do sheep, pigs, meat hens and layers, and maple syrup – a beautiful and well-tended operation:
I was tempted to have Andy and Alexis pose with chickens in the classic hipster manner that I so despise, but nobody was wearing skinny jeans, so I had to settle for this:
Finally I made a run to Autumn Hills Orchard in Groton, MA, where the owner, Ann Harris, set us up with two bins of a very nice mix. Holly met me there, and together we topped up with some Greenings and Golden Delicious. He was sporting his classic wooden shoes plus newly-handmade woolen trousers, and looked fabulous:
Being a country boy I was not aware of the indignities that city folks routinely endure in order to pick apples (a brief tour of eastern MA orchards in Yelp portends hayrides, candy, petting zoo, popcorn machines) but Ann and Autumn hills are the real deal – just a couple of barns and acres and acres of apples. I returned heavily loaded and ready to rock this weekend: