PlantTherapy: Having Your Apples and Eating Them Too
So many of my favorite places will never fit in my apartment: the ocean is one (so my collection of shells will do), the jungle (I have my ferocious kitties) and the list goes on…
Autumn orchards are another. But even though I can’t have the orchard, I can have the apples. I like the earliest pick. They are the most compact and tart and give me squeaky-clean teeth from September to November. Beyond the benefit to my teeth, however, there is something about the orchard experience that makes these apples, more than all others, so addictive.
The visit lingers on for weeks afterward. In my living room now is a bowl that is brimming with apples for guests (and me). They bring the gorgeous fall colors inside. Every time I bite into one I feel a rush, as if that day in the orchard remains in the apples themselves.
The only orchard I have ever known is Lapsley (in Pomfret, CT), a local institution. They always have something: fresh vegetables, fresh or dried flowers, pumpkins, squash and other gourds, peaches, and of course, apples. Macintosh and Macoun will always be my favorite. I even have my favorite trees that I like to pick from. This past week the horses were just being outfitted for this season’s hayrides through the orchard – something else best left out of my apartment.
If you live in the NE and are looking for a day trip, none can be more relaxing than apple picking. If you have a favorite place that can be reached by train please share with the AT readers! For those that can’t get out of the city, think GreenMarket. It’s a great stop for cider before heading out to see the leaves changing in the parks. I may not like all changes that come along with the seasons, but I will endure them all if it means that I can have my autumn apples. Matt N.