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I love New England, I love visiting the east coast and spending time with my wonderful family and friends.

Its a place where I have history and roots.

I love the beautiful endless church steeples in the quaint towns.

 

The grand old homes each have a unique personality and elegance that transports you back in time

The architecture draws you in longing to learn the story of every home and building

The bridges are magnificent

The Covered bridges are magical

The rivers that run through the endless historical towns allow your imagination to run wild.

The soft babbling of the brooks and streams hypnotize you with their beauty while gently singing lullabies to your soul.

Every town has its own special charm.

And each new view is more spectacular then the last

Of course no trip to Vermont is complete unless we bring home lots of ‘wicked’ delicious Cabot cheese

I have spent endless summers in New England over the last few years, but this year Don and I visited right on the edge of fall.

Not the bright reds and golds time in fall that comes in October, but the beginnings of fall whispering in your ear, promising cool nights and brilliant colors.

And though we did not experience New Englands fall in all its glory, we did get to experience apple season.

 

I like apples just as much as the next person, but walking through an apple orchard on a cool day picking apples and tasting the huge variety right off the vine is scrumptious.

We had the opportunity to visit 3 different orchards.

The first Orchard we visited was Carleton’s.  A small place run by 2 gentleman who had textbook east coast accents.   They gave us a bag we could fill for $10.00, then a grocery store sack that you could fill with all the “droppings” for free. (aka all the apples that had fallen off the trees.).

We only spent a few minutes there before realizing the orchard we were at was not the orchard we had planned to meet my friend Deede and her husband Randy at.

So we took our delicious Macintosh apples and drove up the road to Stowe Farm Orchards, and though the apples were a little pricier to pick here, this orchard was more of an experience.

You could take hay rides, drink apple cider and pick up souvenirs at their quaint gift shop. And the apples were still delicious.

Don had fallen in love with apples in New England, so before we left we went to one more Orchard called Apex.

 

 

Here the trees were dwarf apple trees, they were lined up like grape vines and had a huge variety to “pick” from.  The 3 state views from this orchard were spectacular.

We walked up and down the aisle of apple trees sampling several different kinds and filling our bags.

At some point we stopped realizing we still had to figure out a way to get all that fruit home to Texas.

I am not sure if there is a bad time to visit New England, as each season has its own unique flavor.  But if you go in the fall looking for apples there are dozens of orchards to choose from.   No matter when or where you visit you will leave with a wonderful feeling of joy!