I got to thinking about this last Sunday when I joined Pablo and his kin for a trip to North Andover with apple-picking in mind. True to form, the orchard was attached to a working farm, and in addition to being able to wander through the very picked over apple trees, there was a pumpkin patch to browse, a tractor ride around the grounds, and animals to gawk at. Don't get me wrong, i think it's a fine way to spend a day, but there is something peculiar about it, perhaps even absurd. Suburban families who throw their milk away if its still in their fridge the day it expires and think that chickens come pre-packaged as neat breast filets suddenly feel the urge to pick their own fruit and give food pellets to llamas.
For young couples as yet
This is about where you tell me that I think too much.
