This time of year is one of my favourites – the trees are heavy with juicy ripe apples — and I mean HEAVY. We have actually lost a few trees to them toppling over. One day we will get the hang of this apple farming gig, but until then, it is a bit of trial and error. But this morning, enjoying the cool morning air and the view of the bright red Gala apples, ready for picking, against the leafy green trees is a beautiful start to the day. The troops, aka both of our families, arrive tomorrow to help with harvest and juicing. My parents, to help with the picking and juicing, and Bernard’s parents, to look after the little ones for me while we pick apples.
This is our second year growing apples – big beautiful apples – and the juicers come on Sunday. Once they leave, we will be left with hundreds of boxes of apple juice to sell. If you’d asked me 2 years ago, 5 years ago, heck, 10 years ago….at no time did I ever think that Apple Farmer would be one of the hats that I would wear. But now that we’re here, and we’re learning the ropes, it feels pretty good. My childhood home is pretty rural, also in farm country, and looking forward to the future when I would “one day” have a family, the #1 thing I wanted for this dream family was to live in a rural setting. To have room to stretch our arms. To be able to give the kids proper outdoor chores to do. To be able to teach them a stronger work ethic. To keep them busy enough at home, that they don’t need to hang out at the mall. Now that we’re here, with two kids of our own, and an apple farm to tend to….while it is a ton of work, it is the satisfying kind of work that really makes you feel like you did something tangible with your day.
And so, off to pick some apples we go.