This reminds me of many years ago, when I was a youngster. My grandparents owned a farmstand in Bristol, NH. Sometimes when we visited, we got to go along as they did their apple runs. They'd gather apples at the local orchards and then have them pressed for cider to sell. And of course, they'd get apples to sell. My favorite thing was when I was allowed to go and pick out apples to eat out of the bins. Their stand was a glassed-in greenhouse. The smells of the apples flowers, pumpkins, etc., are still strong in my mind to this day. They would keep canvas tarps over the apples crates, and it was like a treasure hunt finding the perfect apple. Cortlands were my favorite, and of course I had to find the biggest one. My record was 6 apples in a row, but that didn't end well, LOL.
They also used to get their milk fresh from local farms. They'd bring their glass containers and get them filled. I remember having to get the cream off the top before pouring.
Thanks for bringing back those memories!