Blood will tell.
A late, triple H (hazy/hot/humid for the uninitiated) Sunday afternoon after a long triple H weekend, what better time to take the kids (one with a serious bee phobia) to the pick-your-own-berry farm?
I was on eggshells pretty much from the moment we pulled into the parking lot and the sweat started prickling my back. But proving that that Mendel fellow might have known what he was talking about, the kids channeled their mother’s Sicilian farmer blood and had a blast.
I’m pretty sure Ally was annoyed we’d been holding out this all you can eat blueberry buffet for so long.
Blood will tell. Pictures will, too.
A few weeks ago, before Sandy, before the snow, back when we were only being assaulted by by Scott Brown and Elizabeth Warren ads, we decided we needed to renew our New England membership card before winter hit. On a crisp Saturday, with carpet of yellow and red leaves waiting to be raked, we headed out to pick some apples.
We met some friends at Honey Pot Hill in Stow and had ourselves a nice, little Norman Rockwell day. We ate cider donuts, we picked way too many apples, we decided on a pumpkin and we successfully kept the kids from climbing into the pig pens. A successful day any way you look at it!
Pickin’ from Mike Donohue on Vimeo.
Not a lot words needed to explain this one. I’ll let the pictures do the talking. This year we introduced Ce to the universe’s little fall goodie bag before it dumps a wet blanket of snow on us for four months: cider donuts and caramel apples. I think she would also add tractors in her personal top five as well. She really liked the tractor.
Donuts, apples and tractors courtesy of Honey Pot Hill Orchards in Stow, MA. Really good cider donuts. Every place in New England has ’em in the fall, but it’s harder than it looks to do it well. Small, light, warm and not greasy. These are done well. Cecilia would agree.
We headed over to Lookout Farm to pick some strawberries today in order to give Cece a test run before she hits the fields for real with Papa in a few weeks. She was a natural at one part of the equation. I’ll let the evidence speak for itself.