This past Sunday I spent the day at an apple orchard accompanied by the best of friends. The quality of these photographs describes the day in itself: picturesque.
The day began with a quick stop at a coffee shop to retrieve an autumnal cup of comfort, also known as a Pumpkin Spice Latte. In a car full of laughter I couldn’t help but smile as I sipped on the frothy goodness that created warmth between my hands. I knew the day was going to be a good day.
Once we arrived at the orchard we were all consumed with a bit of confusion as we careened through the zoo of orchard-goers trying to find a way to the “Pick Your Own Apples” location. A few conversations with strangers and five dollars later we were contently making our way toward the maze of apple bearing trees.
Although the fruits of the trees labor were extremely picked over, we still managed to make the most of the apples scattered on the ground, or stack ourselves vertically to reach the top branches.
It was the kind of day that I needed. A day surrounded by good friends and nothing but happiness. Some days I feel as lost and forlorn as one of those abandoned apples on the ground. But, then someone comes along, picks you up and finds the beauty that you still posses, even if a little bruised.
Perfection is overrated.
But, for the record. I’ve never been so satisfied with my life. It may not be perfect, but even biting into a less than perfect apple procures satisfaction.
coffee for one 