How you like them apples?
We got up early. Because we hear that is what catches the worm.
We drove to Harvard, MA, because you have to get miles out of here to avoid crowds. We in New England have an insane love affair with anything involving manual labor. That love affair stops when we are the ones having to actually do any of the labor. But watching it, fine. (See: maple syrup making, cranberry bogging.) Self picking apples for 5 times the going rate of paying someone else to do it? We're for that.
Seeing as how there was snow on the ground (and 6 inches of it falling tonight), nobody was out. It was 36°. That will keep the kiddies away. Seeing as how it was end of the season, and all the trees had been picked over, nobody was out. That will keep the parents away. We held up long enough to pick a peck. It was more like an Easter egg hunt. Finding anything that hadn't frozen and wasn't on the ground and that was calling us take heart I know it's cold but I've been out here all night.
Cold. Colder. Dreaming of cider and praising our get-upidness, we drove back through the oranges and yellows and clouds.