I was excited to discover a local farm for my children and I to pick fruit. We generally travel…read morepretty far to only spend a short amount of time at these orchards.
The farm itself is very nice. There's a cute farmer's market where you can buy fresh produce, dairy, and other tasty looking treats.
There are chickens and peacocks along the path up to the orchard. A lady working at the farm was so sweet and asked my 3 year old if he wanted to feed the chickens, and he had a blast doing so.
It looks like they dedicate most of the orchard for apples but there were a couple rows for peaches. I imagine when it's berry season, there are a couple rows for those as well.
They run a pretty old-school operation which resulted in my friend and I schlepping our young families to the farm only to discover that the orchard would not be open until noon due to some wetness. We showed up when they opened at 9 and had to turn around. This is a pretty avoidable issue in this day and age thanks to social media. I'm pretty familiar with the practice of always checking ahead of time before visiting a farm to make sure it's open. They will pretty regularly close for many reasons including ripening or the weather. However, Hillview does not have any social media accounts to update visitors re: closings. In our case, we had to come early at 9, so we couldn't have even called ahead because they wouldn't have been open.
I was feeling pretty frustrated about the poor communication and not too eager to return, however, my 3 year old was begging me to take him peach picking, so we came back a couple weeks later, and here's where things get very ugly.
We check in at the market, get our baskets, and start making our way up the hill. We are told not to pick any of the apples (they are still growing), which is fine because we came for peaches and it's not apple season.
We have to walk through the apple orchard to get to the few rows of peaches. Eventually we come across a sign that says "peaches" with an arrow pointing to a row. Naturally, I figure that we must be in the peach row. And, honestly, the apples and peaches on the trees look extremely similar. My son literally only picked 2 apples. Then he bit into the second one (because he's 3!) and that's when I looked inside and realized they were apples .
I immediately told him they weren't peaches and that the farmer would be upset if we picked his apples because they weren't ripe. I redirected him back to the path and asked him to put the apple in the basket. Yes, I was fully planning on purchasing this apple picked in error.
So the farmer just so happened to be driving by at that very moment and saw my son put the apple in the basket. I asked him where the peaches were. After he told me they were down the row and around the corner, he asked me if there was an apple in the basket. I explained that he had made a mistake. He then told me...and I quote..."it's YOUR job to take care of him." So, yes, he was in fact upset! I apologized again, this time profusely. He said nothing and drove away. I immediately got a very icky feeling. Not only was he calling my parenting into question (over a single apple, mind you) but he was being extremely sexist and disrespectful. Not sure if he has any personal experience with very young children but, irregardless, most people realize that they act on impulse and there's little to nothing that can be done in these sort of situations.
The exchange put a sour taste in my mouth, and it was impossible for me to enjoy my time at the orchard.
Just so everyone knows, there is no room for human error at Hillview Farms, so leave your children behind. Oh wait...there goes their entire target audience. I'd also like to stress that THEIR signage was unclear. See picture.
True to my word, I did offer to pay for the apple back at the market. The woman didn't charge me and didn't even acknowledge that we had accidentally picked an apple probably because this sort of thing must happen a million times a day.
So 3 stars for the farm itself and 1 star for the super fun misogyny at our morning outing in front of my child. If it wasn't for my son being so excited to pick fruit, I would have immediately turned around in disgust.