Pick Your Own
61 farms within about an hour of New York, and 47 with something ripe right now.
Growing country nearby
A note when the season turns nearby. Nothing else, and you can stop any time.
Three growing districts sit inside the same drive from Manhattan and they have almost nothing in common. The Hudson Valley runs north up both banks of the river. North west New Jersey is hill country, higher and colder, where the orchards sit on ridges. The North Fork of Long Island is flat, sandy and maritime, and ripens on a different clock to either.
This is apple country in a way no other American metro is. Two thirds of the farms within reach pick apples and a good number pick nothing else, which is why the season here feels like it starts in September even though strawberries have been and gone by the end of June. The Hudson Valley grows the varieties that made the region: Macoun, Empire and Cortland were all bred or popularised within an hour of the river, and orchards like Prospect Hill at Milton and the Orchards of Concklin at Pomona have been working the same ground since 1817 and 1711 respectively.
Strawberries are the thing visitors most often miss. New Jersey's season opens in the middle of May and is over in about three weeks, so a family that waits for warm weather has already left it too late. Blueberries follow through July, and the raspberry farms in Warren and Sussex counties run everbearing canes that crop again from late August into October, long after everyone has stopped looking.
One thing to know about 2026 specifically: an April freeze destroyed the stone fruit crop across much of the region. Apple Ridge, Soons and Beemerville all lost their peaches outright, Fishkill lost most of its peaches and nectarines, and Ochs lost its cherries. Every farm below says so in its own words where it applies. The peach and nectarine months on the calendar describe a normal year, and this is not one.
The longest season on the list, and the easiest afternoon out. Variety decides ripeness more than the calendar does.
The shortest season of anything here, two or three weeks, and the one fruit that does not travel at all. If a farm has them, go that week.
Dull black rather than shiny, and worth the thorns. Marionberries are the ones worth driving for.
The most forgiving thing to pick with children, and the only berry here that keeps for a fortnight.
The smell of the vineyard in September is most of the reason to go, whatever you do with the fruit.