It almost didn't happen this year! We drove for almost an hour to a private organic family orchard that I had arranged to pick at for 10 am. Well...we stopped at a Mennonite bakery on the way there and were a teensy bit later that we had said. They were not home by the time we got there. We were disappointing but it was a beautiful day and we drove through more colourful countryside to get home again. It was on this alternate route that we saw a sign for "No spray Apples" outside of the most picturesque tree lined lane way. I must have stared at the beautiful field stone farmhouse for an awkward amount of time (it was 160 years old...in between my awkward gawking I managed to ask).
The kind old (and I mean OLD) farmer toured us around the orchard and hand picked each apple for us on his little tractor while he talked about growing apples a lot longer then them pestim-icides have been around! How is that for service. We got a bushel and a half out of our adventure and an experimental batch of applesauce (the one jar remaining means the verdict was a good one!)
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