One of my favorite things to do in my lovely state of Maine is apple picking in early September. It really signifies the end of the summer and the start of the crisp beautiful autumn. It is an activity that is looked forward too all year long by many and one that goes by far too quickly. In Maine we only have a few short weeks to pick apples, and if you miss it, you must wait another year.
Yesterday my husband had an unexpected day off from lobstering, so I decided we were going to do something as a family. The temperature had been going up and down over the past few days, but yesterday it was the perfect fall temperature; a delightful 61 degrees. So I shut the television off and suggested we pack up and go apple picking. Last year we went but I didn't have the best time since I wasn't allowed to climb the trees (hubby was scared since I was newly pregnant) and I was constantly nauseous. So, this year it would be fun, we would bring the baby and he could experience a true Maine tradition!
After bathing the baby, packing the diaper bag, and getting ourselves ready, we finally hit the road. The apple orchard that I have been going since I was a kid was about 30 minutes away. There is one closer, but it's the more popular one, and I don't like to have to dodge and weave around other people or potentially have an apple dropped on my head by an over eager child. So we headed to Willow Pond Farm in Sabattus, Maine. They are a smaller orchard and CSF (community sustained farm), and they have some of the most delicious apples I have ever eaten.
When we got there it was a ghost town! I quickly worried if I should have called before we made the hike up there, but we took our chances. Come to find out, they had just opened for the season, and since it was Friday, it was dead (the perks of being a SAHM - missing all the crowds!). We had the ENTIRE orchard to ourselves!
Once we parked I looked back and saw my boy was fast asleep. I debated briefly on whether or not to wake him, but I couldn't contain my excitement, and quickly unbuckled him. I didn't bother with the stroller since it would have been a bumpy ride, so I threw on my Boba carrier (check out that post & review here) and in he went.
We walked up to where they kept the picking bags and grabbed their large one. We were directed to stay within the first five rows since that's where the ripe McIntosh apples were ready to be picked. Which was perfect, because those make the best pies and crisps (a pie recipe to come shortly!).
Unfortunately, I didn't get what I had hoped for. I wasn't able to really pick apples since I was wearing my boy and it made it rather difficult. But that is what I have my wonderful husband for! He picked us 19 lbs of apples and even gave one to Reece to hold. Shortly after he fell asleep...of course as we were about to head to the car!
It was so enjoyable to get outside and do something as a family. So often we spend the time we have as a family sitting at home. By the end of the day we are too tired to go somewhere or during the weekend my husband just wants to relax (I don't blame him!). I can't wait until our boy is old enough and we can show him the pictures of his first time apple picking!
Until our next adventure!