When I reluctantly moved to Los Angeles at the beginning of this decade, I missed our annual fall apple and berry picking trip so much that I dragged a posse of ex-East Coasters and their small children to the closest orchard (two hours into the desert) to pick apples one hot October Sunday.  To put it mildly, apple picking in California is a sad facsimile of the real deal here in New England.  The air was heavy, we were sweaty and the only ones enjoying the adventure were the children– they didn’t know any better.

Being back in New England, where there really is a fall season and apples taste like, well apples, we recently took advantage of the pick your own trifecta: September peaches, apples and raspberries and visited Bishops Orchards in Guilford, CT.