Things have quieted down here in apple country.
The apple picking season has come to an end.
The lines of cars rolling in on weekend mornings are no longer here.
The crowds of visiting apple pickers, that add a bit of
temporary caos during apple season,
are done picking.
So when I went for a walk
(with permission) on the beautiful hills of
Bolton Spring Farm, I was completely alone.
The walk was very quiet and meditative,
the air was filled with a sweet aroma.
An aroma of apples past its prime that intensified
each time I accidentally stepped on one.
I found the quiet and deserted orchard so beautiful,
and the view from the top of the hill was amazing.
I had such a nice, quiet and reflective walk.
Although the PYO* has ended,
there is still plenty for sale at Bolton Spring's farm store.
* PYO = pick your own. Americans looove time saving abbreviations.
Last night I decided to use up some apples by roasting them.
I made paninis with local Nashoba Brooks Bakery's 7 Grain Bread.
I layered roasted apples, brie, walnuts and a little honey
between the slices of bread.
I served the paninis with French onion soup, made with local beer instead of wine.
It tasted very fall:y.
Before I sign out, I also wanted to show,
especially to the locals, what I found
right next to Bolton Spring Farm.
A 1.2 mile path that leads to a lime quarry.
I can't believe that I have driven past this sign for 10 years without noticing it.
That is now on my list of things we can do on a weekend with our family.
I wonder what the quarry looks like...
Last, but not least...
A picture of our puppy Sanders.
As most of you guessed, he is a Boston Terrier.
Right now, our household is upside down
while we are trying to figure out how not to let this little life,
run our lives.