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See them run, hop, and fly all around It's where natural is the guiding sound. The trees are not crowded into every spot We like the environment of open space. |
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FOR CHILDREN- Dulcie Leimbach Mr. Apples Route 213 West, near Route 32 north
At Rosendale |
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| "BETTER FLAVOR, BETTER HEALTH, BETTER TEETH" reads Mr. Apples's flier. It continues: We aim for natural taste, not just perfect-looking looking skin. Se habla espanol. On parle francais. Anyone who calls himself "Mr. Apples" and can do all these things with manzanas and pommes seemed a good person to seek out. This orchard, not as far north as Montgomery Place, could fall on the other end of the apple-picking spectrum. No Prada backpacks here. Rustic, down-home ambiance is what Mr. Apples is all about. Mr. Apples's real name is Philip ******, and he's at the cash register expostulating with a straight face about apples. His orchard is about 30 acres, and on Monday there were only a few families stalking the trees, stepping on the mushed apples and creating rows of applesauce. The grass was wet, but that didn't dampen apple-picking spirits as cortlands and macs dropped with little provocation from the trees. Mr. Apples says he does not use chemicals in the soil, but sprays his trees in the spring to control disease. By the fall, he says, the chemicals are broken down; that means the skin may be slightly blemished but the fruit is good and juicy. |