At the orchard

There is nothing like Pennsylvania apples in autumn. Branches swollen with plump, juicy, golden apples, rows and rows of them. Apple juice, apple cider, apple donuts, candy apples, caramel apples, canned apples, apple butter, apple jelly, apple pie. Picnics in the orchard on cool, October mornings hold some of my dearest memories. You really can't go wrong when it comes to such things.

I met Daniela, Dustin, and Marielle on a recent Sunday afternoon for some family photos at a local orchard. It wasn't a cool morning, and it was too crowded for a picnic, but we had the best time chasing little Marielle down the rows. She didn't miss a beat enjoying those crisp granny smiths.