I'm anxious for Fall to get here, and it just
isn’t coming. Apparently Cambrai is a late bloomer- the trees haven’t even
started changing colors, people in Utah have been posting pics of colorful backdrops for weeks. I grew up going to Apple Hill
every Fall...apple orchards galore, vendors selling homemade goods, you can go
fishing, pumpkin picking, eat their warm apple fritters and carmellows (a huge
marshmallow covered in homemade caramel- although it’s more like eating caramel
with a marshmallow in it, there is soo much caramel). My mouth is watering just
thinking about it. It’s a place where all your Fall dreams come true. Okay,
maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but ever since I left California, I've
missed it. So when my friend and I planned a trip to a nearby apple orchard,
Verger D'Epinoy, I was super excited. I figured- if Fall won't come to
me, I'll go to it (aka the apple orchard).
There were so many different types of apples. I didn’t even
know that many types existed. I actually heard a commercial on Spotify just the other day, that said there are over 2,700 types of apples! We waited for Rusty and my friend's husband to get done with training and then we squeezed in the trip before they had training again that night. We ate a couple apples right off
the tree and even found pumpkins to carve!
