Sometimes Mohawk Valley adventures render you too tired to write about them. For me this is especially true when I spend any amount of time in direct, hot sunlight. I have some sort of sun sensitivity. And I’m a big, fat baby. Don’t judge.
Speaking of big, fat babies, Steven and I saw our delightful great-nephew, Shepherd today. Well, he’s not exactly big and fat, and he is more toddler than baby, but he is nine months old and he has sweet, chubby feet. Everybody loves him, with good reason.
We met him and his family at church, then met up with some other family members and drove to Fly Creek Cider Mill. I have written numerous times about Fly Creek Cider Mill, but it is always worth another visit and shout-out. My father and I made sure we tried every sample offered, although he eschewed the fudge and the alcoholic beverages (wine, hard cider and today there was gin and vodka). In case anyone is shaking his or her head at my lushiness, I did not try ALL the alcoholic beverages offered. Two wines, one cider and some gin, and it was eetsy-beetsy tastes of each. Why am I justifying myself to you? That’s a bad sign too, isn’t it? Oh dear.
The highlight of the visit was showing Shepherd the ducks, geese and chickens. He loved them. He couldn’t get the hang of throwing them corn, but he enjoyed watching them gobble down the corn we threw them. This was the part I spent out in direct sunlight. I even took off my crazy old lady hat for part of it, because I put it on Shepherd’s head. Must protect the bambino, after all.
After our fun visit, we went for some food at Jerry’s Place, which I have also written about before. I got one of the chocolate shakes in a mason jar this time. Yum! Perhaps tomorrow I can finally begin to do something about my big fat butt.
Before, after and during our adventures, we enjoyed beautiful drives through some of the best scenery I’ve ever seen. Up hills where you can see for miles over farmland, forests and mountains. Down into valleys near lovely lakes and rivers. I positively must get some kind of camera or device whereby I can post pictures. In the meantime, I’m afraid you’ll just have to use your imagination.
In conclusion, this really is a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, because I feel some distress over the fact that I cannot do justice to today’s adventures. Tomorrow I plunge back into the whirlpool of overtime, play rehearsals and my new diet and exercise program. And a few other projects I have in mind. Will I have the wherewithal to take my wrist off my forehead and write about them? We’ll see. Once again, a little suspense adds interest to the blog.