Antonio’s of Simsbury

After running some errands, Sue announced that she was NOT cooking dinner. We stopped at one place and found an hour wait. Oh yeah, Valentine’s Day. So here we are at a local eatery.

Apple Picking

Picking apples at Blue Jay Orchards in Bethel, Conn.

Today was the home inspection for the buyer of our house. Again, we had great weather and decided to pick some apples. Earlier in the week Sue bought some apples at Blue Jay Orchards in Bethel, Conn., so we returned for their apple picking.

The orchard also had a pumpkin patch, selling at 49 cents per pound. We picked out a dozen small pumpkins, and when we got home Sue placed them around the tombstones in our front yard.

While in Bethel, we also had lunch at the Sycamore Diner and dessert at the Ferris Creamery, which makes its own ice cream and is almost closed for the season.

coffee drinkers

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Don’t walk away from the breakfast table for even a moment and leave your coffee unattended because someone by the name of Evie will swipe it.

Yorktown Grange Fair

We go to the Yorktown Grange Fair every year as the final fair of our four-fair summer finale—one each weekend for four weeks: Hamburg, Brooklyn, Woodstock, Yorktown. We finally got organized this year and Owen made something to enter in the Yorktown Grange Fair’s Lego competition. Some fairs like Woodstock say absolutely NO LEGOS. But some fairs encourage Legos and appreciate the wide range of creative work that kids can do with the blocks. Owen made a heliport and helicopter for the Scene competition and won Best Scene for his age group which actually starts at age 6.

Meanwhile Joel decided to try the watermelon eating contest. One guy has won it for seven or eight years straight and lots of people tried to oust him, but he managed yet another win. Joel had fun and got a nice participant’s ribbon.

Evie with her Mister Softee cone watching the BMX stunt show. It was a hot day and we all needed ice cream.

berry season

pounds of raspberries

This year Joel got really serious about gathering wild raspberries. In years past he’d bike past a raspberry patch and fill up a water bottle, but this year he drove to the patches—mainly found by the side of the road on reservoir land—and filled up cake pans. He probably picked over 10 pounds of these amazingly tiny, fragile berries. We stayed up late several nights making jam, raspberry ice cream, two batches of chocolate raspberry ice cream, chocolate raspberry tart, and then tossed them into cereal, too. The season is short but these berries are so much better than anything you’d buy in a store.

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