Fall: cold weather, crunchy leaves, fog, halloween, fires, APPLES
These people (at the Portland Nursery) don't just know plants - they know fruit.
This is how I envision fall apples when I think of them: with patchy bits of red in a wooden trough.
I can smell them now.
We'll hopefully be orchard-bound this weekend for more - apple butter making will commence, with photos to follow.