Autumn is for Apples. Red ones. Green ones. And red and green ones.
Today we attended an Eastern Shore apple harvest party. Neighbors gathered and collected apples in bushel baskets, cases of jugs were waiting to be filled, while men, women, boys, and girls took their turn twisting, spinning and loading apples into the press, then pouring the bounty into half-gallon jugs for guests to take home.
I asked what kind of apples they were and the best answer I got was “red ones and green ones!” The orchard is so old nobody knows what type of apples were planted, but there were many of them to enjoy. It was a beautiful community get-together.