The Blue Ridge has begun to change color. The best color is, however, not found on the mountaintop; it is on full display at the foot of the mountains in the village of Sperryville: Blondee, Braeburn, Cameo, Jonagold, Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, Red Empire, and orange pumpkins. The wife’s smile and humor of the husband at a farm store are as natural as the mountain air. Travelers from the city pick apples greedily into baskets and bring home on their backseats pumpkins with solid autumn, sun’s warm caress, and apple growers’ ease.
