The mist & fog this morning gave the orchard a mystical vibe.
For about a half an hour we had the field to ourselves!
Yellow signs point out the apple varieties.
It was so beautiful and quiet, except for the sounds of birds.
I ate that apple. NOTHING beats fresh picked!
Wayne ate this one.
He’s more of a Mac guy.
I was distracted by the tranquil and fluid views.
Our feet were soaked!
Oh, and about those birds we heard–hawks, eagles, and more? I tried to get it in a video but they suddenly without warning went silent. I mentioned it to an employee passing on a golf cart who had stopped to ask if we needed a ride back. He had an easy explanation: “Oh, that’s a sound machine. I just turned it off. Keeps the birds away.” ha!