Frances took all her blueberry picking skills and applied them to raspberries without missing a beat. She'll come in very handy at Camp MimiandSir.
Hey, Frances, show us your raspberries!
She got quite the assortment - green, moldy and perfect. You must excuse the obnoxiousness of the Harvard hat. We couldn't help ourselves and you only get to celebrate graduating from Harvard so many times in this life.
After some luscious blueberry picking, we wandered into the "farm stand," complete with working bee hive. Frances was fascinated, even if Mom couldn't help worrying just a tad.
We parted ways with some dough (man, what a tempting farm stand), acquired some lovely goodies (salami and cider doughnuts are a good combo at 10 a.m.) and headed out to the picnic area.
The picnic area was right alongside their chicken coop, which sounds awful, but these were the cleanest, best smelling chickens I've ever seen. The chickens are hard to see in this picture, but they were to the left of Frances.
We bought a quarter's worth of chicken feed for Frances to give to the chickens. Someone forgot to tell her the drill though, because as soon as we put the feed in her hand, she put it in her mouth. Luckily, it was just ground corn. Why do I struggle to get this kid to eat? Never mind the salami and the cider doughnuts, all she wants is chicken feed.
Frances is fond of swings in general, and she was really pleased with these horses made out of tires. Some even had manes.
Mark and I wanted to see a bit more of the farm before we left, so we loaded Frances up in a wagon they provided and headed out. Frances helped herself to the raspberries.
A really nice way to spend the morning. I highly recommend it. We will definitely be back for apples in the fall.
We parted ways with some dough (man, what a tempting farm stand), acquired some lovely goodies (salami and cider doughnuts are a good combo at 10 a.m.) and headed out to the picnic area.
The picnic area was right alongside their chicken coop, which sounds awful, but these were the cleanest, best smelling chickens I've ever seen. The chickens are hard to see in this picture, but they were to the left of Frances.
We bought a quarter's worth of chicken feed for Frances to give to the chickens. Someone forgot to tell her the drill though, because as soon as we put the feed in her hand, she put it in her mouth. Luckily, it was just ground corn. Why do I struggle to get this kid to eat? Never mind the salami and the cider doughnuts, all she wants is chicken feed.
Frances is fond of swings in general, and she was really pleased with these horses made out of tires. Some even had manes.
Mark and I wanted to see a bit more of the farm before we left, so we loaded Frances up in a wagon they provided and headed out. Frances helped herself to the raspberries.
A really nice way to spend the morning. I highly recommend it. We will definitely be back for apples in the fall.
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