Autumn Harvest

My husband and I decided to celebrate our wedding anniversary this year by picking a spot in Kentucky we wanted to go see. We chose to go visit a covered bridge. On the way there, my husband saw a sign for an orchard. I was reluctant to stop since it wasn't on our "itinerary", but in the spirit of the day, I agreed. The orchard was on a long road off the main highway and I was beginning to doubt we would find it. We did, and it was this little white garage-like building. The garage door was open, but nobody was there. All around us were baskets and baskets of apples. I spied a sign to ring the doorbell for service. Eventually an older gentleman came out and helped us. Bill picked the fruit and I took photos of the baskets of apples. When we came home, I reviewed the photos from the trip and realized the best ones of the day were from the orchard, though there are many to choose from the different towns we visited that day. I was glad that I had been flexible enough to change our "itinerary" since it ultimately yielded a painting that otherwise never would have been.