This past weekend we headed up to the North Georgia mountains to do some apple picking. It felt a little early for this sort of autumnal activity (the weather in Atlanta was a cheerful 70 degrees), and by and large the leaves hadn’t turned yet. But the apples were ripe and the air was clean, and really…I couldn’t complain too much at all. We went to B.J. Reece, which had lots of ground to cover, and offered some amusements for the kiddos (which we don’t have—we had to borrow the small children of some friends). Apple cannons, hayrides, petting zoos…and over 15 different kinds of apples. Who knew there were so many?
The best part of apple picking? Coming home and turning them all into PIE.