This is something we should have posted a long, long time ago, but the quickly ripening weather has reawakened that ubiquitous urban dream of working on a farm. Well, not so much working as merely reaping the benefits of others work and taking it home with you.
For many wonderful months last fall, we had a car all to ourselves. Subsequently we had access to the lush farmland of the Hudson Valley and all its peak-of-summer goodness. Our first and best foray was to the aptly named Weed Orchards, seventy miles up the Hudson in Marlboro, New York.
First off, Weed is pretty awesome. Not only can you pick your own peaches (our main reason for going), you can pick nectarines, apples, pears, tomatoes, a million different peppers, and eggplant, then pick up some painfully delicious corn on your way out. Granted, this wonderful confluence happens for only a few short weeks a year, but it is mighty fine when it does. We went up Labor Day weekend and went back home with a Radio Flyer overflowing with anything we could get our hands on for $75. When you include the rather delicious lunch we had out in the fields, it’s one hell of a bargain. That and the wonderfully interesting people watching that occurs between the peach trees made for the best nostalgia-producing experience I’ve had in awhile.
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