Apple(s) of my eye.

I say this every year, but apple picking is the best.

Bright and sunny weather, rambling trees heavy with crisp, delicious fruit, and the chance to wander the rows with the hubs and a few friends.

We loaded up a bag with juicy Empires, tart Cortlands, sweet Honeycrisp, and delicious little Spartans (a new variety to me).

We ended our jaunt with apple cider donuts (and bought a few to take home).

I’ve already made one apple crisp, and am looking forward to snacking on the fruits (ha) of our labor. One of my favorite New England fall traditions.