Today I’m blending the pictures and poetry of our trip with to the orchard with the Burden Family into a prayer for autumn. All photos compliments of my lovely and dear friend Jillian Burden.
Like any good Michigander, I can measure my years by trips to the apple orchard.
I can still remember with vivd clarity my kindergarden trip to the pumpkin patch and cider mill. After wandering the fields of orange and green we were rewarded by a warm donut and fresh pressed cider as we squeezed together on the picnic tables.
There is nothing in the world like a cake donut with fresh pressed cider, If you love it, you know it’s a comfort food born early.
Trips to the orchard ring altogether wholesome, holding hands while crunching apples and leaves as you fill heap your wagon full of fruit.