First rule: Always call the orchard first to see if there are any apples. Apparently last March there was a frost and the buds on the apple trees at Curtis Orchards were destroyed. There were a few apples but those were used for cider and sauce and donuts. We discovered this news after a 2 1/2 hour drive to the orchard.
But in actuality, more important than apples, was the meeting up with our grandkids out under the fruitless apple trees. No apples, but plenty of kettle corn, turning leaves, pumpkins in the pumpkin patch, live country music, and plenty of kid energy. There was lots of news of kindergarten and pre-school: the principal’s announcements, the alphabet song, spelling of R-E-D and C-A-N, the music teacher whose door is blue and the trumpet she brought to school. There were slides, hand-holding, pumpkin selections, giggles, red wagon pulling, and an old truck to drive. This was topped off with a picnic lunch snuggled between cars and trees in the parking lot. Lots of hugs for dessert.
Indeed, the fruit we brought home was a lot more satisfying than the kind that grows on trees.