




I wanted to fore go the commercial apple farm and spend time at a family owned farm. I should have known with 'Homestead' in their name that this was the farm for us. The other key in this farm was the pears. Bosc pears.
It was lovely. We got apple picking bags to hang on our shoulders and went picking.
Selecting apples off the tree gives me a feeling of pride. Proud to be supporting a local farmer and his family.
It beats selecting apples from a grocery store bin any and every day.
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