

As we (me, my mom and kids) headed east on Route 82 to Hiram, we passed several small stands selling cornstalks and pumpkins. Anticipation was building for a day of apple picking. As soon as we pulled into Monroe's Orchard and Farm, I knew that we had chosen the right place. Looked to the left- a huge pumpkin patch. Straight ahead- apple trees. On the right- the cider house. Apple crates filled with gourds and apples and squash and Indian corn surround the farm market. There are no corn mazes or pony rides. They do not charge for hayrides or face painting. You simply board the tractor pulled hayride that takes you out in the orchard and lets you loose to pick apples. We picked enough apples to comfortably fill a small crate, half a bushel. Apples were plentiful; yellow jackets were not. The limbs almost tickled the grass and provided an easy reach for one-year-old Kate to grab a Yellow Delicious. Three-year-old Sean, who likes red apples, climbed up on a branch to sit and watch for the tractor to return. Back at the market, we bought fresh cider and goodies. Sean weighed a pumpkin using a good ol' fashioned scale and didn't see the Great Pumpkin. We missed the cider making but all are welcome to watch it being pressed.








