Since it gets cooler here earlier, and rainier too, apple season already started awhile ago. In fact, this weekend was the only weekend for picking (or self-plucking as they say here) left in the season. Luckily the rains held back but that certainly didn’t stop a healthy dose of mud and good use of galoshes…
As I mentioned, apple picking is serious stuff here. None of the distractions like corn mazes or hay rides or whatever else we did at those fall festivals in the US last year. No, here it’s apples and apples alone – well, with the exception of pears, which also grow in this Vedbaek Frydenlund orchard (while self-plucking had ended for those boys, you could still buy them from the pre-picked stands). People come with some serious accoutrements here. I was trying to figure out how to take pictures without looking totally creepy, but there were side harnessed metal picking baskets…wooden crates…and full on wheelbarrows that people were using. I just couldn’t get over how emotionally committed people were to really leaving with some serious apples.
In fact, there really weren’t that many children around so as not to distract from all the self-plucking I suppose. Or maybe the kids do all their apple fall things at school – diplot-tot seems to constantly be picking apples and doing fire roasts with them at school from what I can tell. But I have to say, it was incredibly refreshing to do a much simpler take on these fall outings as a parent. And guess what? The kids didn’t even seem to notice that all those distracting bells and whistles weren’t there – we had just as good a time, if not better.
At the entry there’s a stand where you can try (small and rationed) slivers of the various apple varieties – and the the first thing you’ll probably notice is that you’re spoiled for choice. The catch is that if you go on the last weekend you can’t actually self-pluck them all so in that sense the tasting is more symbolic. However, there are plenty of all kinds to be had at the pre-plucked section (and the price is the same actually so you might as well go for what you like). Apples in the US can be fairly homogenous, unless you are close to farms or live in Washington State, so trying all the different kinds was definitely part of the fun.
The little apples here and there are crab apples I believe. And while there wasn’t a whole establishment around food and entertainment, there was a small stand selling honey and crab apple jelly, and while there were no petting zoos, they had some real actual sheep which seemed just as entertaining for the diplo-tot.
After a few spills in the mud and a crate full of fruit, a nice snack outside of cheese, pistachios, and of course, apples, at the tables by some of the sheep pretty much made it a perfect fall afternoon. So as it turns out, them Danish apples turned out rather well. Next year, I’m coming for the pears!