Sunday after breakfast, we drove out to Lemieux's (pronounced "LEM-yerz", I kid you not) Apple Orchard. They have 3,300 apple trees in their orchards. We had heard that our favorite variety of apple, the Macoun, was ripe for picking. Have you ever seen trees loaded with apples like this? It's a bumper year for apples in Maine.
Bug loved using the apple picker. She just wanted someone else to carry it for her when she wasn't using it. She wasn't too keen on carrying her bag of apples either. Or her sweatshirt.
Bear in a crate:
Hands down, the best part of picking your own apples is that you're allowed to eat all you want while you're picking. And NOTHING tastes better than a Macoun apple straight off the tree. Even Daddy Shortbread (Mr. Fruit Textural Issues) ate one.
This is a "Wolf River" apple. Note that it is approximately the size of Daddy Shortbread's head. A bit scary, no? I'm thinking two of these babies would probably fill a pie crust.
The girls were delighted to round the corner on one of the rows of apple trees and discover a pen of cows. The cows were pretty interested in them, too, and came right up to the fence to check them out.
We bought several of these pretty gourds they had for sale and two 5 lb. bags of apples. Total price = $5.
The girls were delighted to round the corner on one of the rows of apple trees and discover a pen of cows. The cows were pretty interested in them, too, and came right up to the fence to check them out.
