Weekend Coffee Share: Fall Colors and Full Houses

If we were having coffee, I’d comment first on the weather.  It was a beautiful week!  Sunshine, morning fog, crisp Autumn air… it doesn’t get much better than this.  I live for this time of year.  Summer is too hot, winter too long, but fall?  The best.

Inspired by the weather, I was able to get outside for some early morning walks.  Inspired by the foliage, I pieced together this video.  I’m no professional when it comes to videography, but I sure do enjoy experimenting.  It’s amazing what you can do with an iPhone!

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These last fall days

In Minnesota, we’ve been blessed by an absolutely stunning Autumn. The brilliant colors have now faded, but I continue to enjoy the crunch of leaves beneath my feet as I walk to class each morning. Usually, the end of October marks the beginning of the downward spiral into the seemingly unending winter, but this year, the days continue to be perfect.

I took advantage of the sunshine the other day and spent some time on a park bench in the middle of campus with a book.  What a wonderful way to spend one of the last lovely days of the year.

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What am I reading? Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon.

Who knows when I’ll next have the chance to bask in the sun?

This is Minnesota.  Winter is coming.

 

Local adventuring

Many a time on this blog, I’ve expressed my desire to live a life of adventure, to do something worth meaning.  That being said…

Sometimes, friends, adventure is only five minutes from home.  All you have to do it look for it.

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Me looking out at the St. Croix River at Interstate Park in Taylors Falls, Minnesota. Taken October 20, 2014.

Deromanticizing apple orchards

When I tell people I grew up on an apple orchard, the first thing they always say to me is, “Wow, that sounds like such a Romantic childhood!”

For many people, one of Autumn’s biggest highlights is going to the apple orchard.  They flock in crowds, enjoying scenic views, colorful leaves, going on a hay ride, selecting a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch, eating baked goods, and (of course) picking apples.  It really is an ideal way to spend a sunny October day.

Photo taken from Facebook, courtesy of my mother.

What people fail to realize, though, is all the work that goes into running an apple orchard.  All they think about is how fun it is to take photos of their child picking an apple and how delicious that pie is going to be once it’s baked.  When you peel back the commercialized experience and actually think about things, orchards are a lot less Romantic than they appear.

There’s nothing Romantic about watching your dad wake up before the crack of dawn to put in a solid day of physical labor (picking, hauling, washing apples; covering things up to protect them from frost; feeding and caring for the petting zoo animals; tending the trees; covering up our strawberry fields, the list can really go on forever) only to go to bed at two in the morning.  He’s the hardest working person I know.  And, all day, he deals with customers who have no idea how much work he does pestering him with stupid questions, telling him how to run his farm (as if they know more than he does).

There’s nothing Romantic about spending summers hoeing strawberry fields, hauling brush, trimming root suckers, spreading fertilizer, thinning the apple trees, etc. for 40 hours a week.

There’s nothing Romantic about the fact that my mom hasn’t travelled beyond 15 minutes of our house for a month.

There’s nothing Romantic about finding $100 worth of pick-your-own apples sitting under a random tree because some customer didn’t realize how much they picked, didn’t want to pay, so just left the now-unsellable fruit sitting there.

There’s nothing Romantic about working in the store all day long, then spending your Saturday night and time off making caramel apples in your pajamas till 10:30 PM to prevent running out in the store the next day.

There’s nothing Romantic about your highly anticipated Mother/Daughter shopping day in the city being cancelled because she was needed at the orchard to watch over the staff.

There’s also nothing Romantic about watching all the crowds flocking to your home, the place you grew up, the place you spend your summers tending to and caring for, only to tramp all over it and stare at you like you’re out-of-place when you go for a walk.

Apple orchards are wonderful places, and I will forever be grateful for my upbringing.  It’s given me a unique, special childhood that I will always cherish.

My brothers and I a few weeks ago.

But, sometimes, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.