There is a beautiful conservation area a short drive from my house. Many, many years ago the land was part of a larger farm. My grandmother actually remembers the farmer who donated the land. I was there a few days ago and discovered a trail I had never explored before. Along this trail were some old apple trees, which I'm sure are left over from when it was a farm. They must have been planted at least 100 years ago. There were plenty of apple left on the tree so I picked one and took it home. It was small and tart, but still enjoyable.
Since it didn't kill me, Britt and I went back last night and I picked a large bag-full to turn into apple sauce. Normally I never remove anything from conservation areas, but I figured the apple trees were planted there, are not a native species, and all the apples would just go to waste otherwise. Besides, there were so many apples my large bag-full barely made a dent in them.
The sun was going down but Britt snapped a few photos on my "apple picking outfit". I'm wearing one of the Clara Blouses (available in my Etsy shop
) in a lightweight blue gingham, an old pair of black denim jeans, a belt I made with a vintage buckle, and of course a string of faux pearls (because pearls are right for EVERY occassion). This is the first time I've ever worn my hair with wrap-around braids. I cannot seem to french braid my own hair no matter how hard I try, so instead I created two long braids and just wrapped them around my head.
Well I'm off to make applesauce and parsnip apple soup!
Anyone else enjoying the fall harvest? I haven't done nearly the amount of preserving I did last year, but I am starting to put some food away for winter. I've already dried enough mint for a winter full of peppermint tea.