We’re all out of the apples we bought recently, so it’s off to visit another orchard. You’d think that after living in New Hampshire for fifteen years, we would have visited all of the area orchards, but every year we find at least one that is new to us. This year it’s Autumn Hill Orchard, about fifteen miles away in the town of Harvard, Massachusetts.
Autumn Hill is located on a steep hillside, with a great view of the White Mountains of New Hampshire off to the west. That’s Mount Monadnock on the horizon below. I’ll go off on a tangent about my iPhone camera – I’ve found that one of the limitations of this camera is that it isn’t so great for photos with a long distance perspective. The view is really much more dramatic than it would appear in the photo below, but the iPhone seems to somehow flatten out distances or perhaps it just can’t provide as much detail to a photo at this distance. It’s really great for portraits and middle distance, but not for long distance. I really should use my other digital camera more often.
Here you can at least see the curve of the hill the orchard is on. The soils of New England are so rocky that it’s amazing the early colonists could grow anything. I think they found out quickly that the rocky hillsides are best used for orchards instead of vegetables.
Years ago, Ms. J visited Ireland and Scotland and had some apples of a variety that we just can not find anywhere in New England anymore. There’s an orchard in far northern New Hampshire that used to grow it, but a few years ago a hard frost killed all of the trees of this variety. Autumn Hill Orchards specializes in some of these hard to find varieties so we thought we’d try to find it here.
While we were walking around the orchard, I saw an elderly man walking with a little girl. He looked a bit confused. We had a map of the orchard listing all of the varieties in the orchard so I asked him if he needed any help finding something. It turned out that he had emigrated from England many years ago and he was looking for the same apple variety that we were.
Up and down the hill we walked, the owner of the orchard had placed signs in each row identifying the trees. It would seem that the signs and the map would make if easy to find, but it still took us some time. C and the girl, who was the man’s granddaughter, ran ahead of us and shouted that they had found it. Cox Orange Pippin, here it is below.
Of course Ms. J was very happy to now have a source of this variety that’s fairly close to us. Our fellow Cox Orange Pippin searcher was also excited as well, we both quickly filled up our bags.
Here’s their version of the Empire apple. It’s so dark that I thought it was a plum at first.
Once we had a bag filled with apples we went back to the barn to weigh them.
C was thrilled to use this antique scale to weight the apples. There’s still time for more apples, I’m sure we’ll be back!