New England Autumn: Memories of Apple Country

by Matthew
(Kennebunkport, ME)

 
I remember the anticipation I'd feel as a child: the air grew crisp, the sun wheeled low, and the light took on a honey color Fall in New England, no finer autumn the world over! Fall meant frost-covered leaves, quiet woods, and ice-cold streams. When those trees burst aflame, it was time for a visit to apple country, and the Nashoba Valley Winery, tucked away in Bolton Massachusetts. Rolling orchards covered in straw, the smell of drop-apples, and pumpkins lounging in their patches. Entering my twenties, I learned that fruit wines are not held in high regard. After a few run-ins with jugged fruit wines, I was convinced. If it wasn't European, I didn't even want to touch it. In 2006, I took a trip to back to Nashoba with my mom: pick a few apples, take the winery tour. We tasted a few samples, and I was surprised to find some good wine! The cherry and the gravenstein were dry and flavorful. You won't impress your friends at the country club; but they are absolutely perfect for picnics in the fading sun, drinking up the light of a New England Autumn.

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