It's time for the annual pilgrimage to the Granite State for to celebrate the anniversary of the birth of Madame Mère, that is, my Mom. Normally her birthday (or more correctly the weekend we gather to celebrate her birthday) coincides with the annual apple fest in the town of my youth.
Sadly, this year the apple fest was a weekend too soon. While it's not the greatest, nor most prestigious, apple fest on the planet, it did have its rural charms. At least to me. The other members of the tribe proclaimed (less than enthusiastically) "Meh, very few apple products, mostly artsy-crafty stuff." And so it was, and no doubt will be in the future. Hey, it's a small town in Vermont.
So blogging might be light. As maman has no WiFi, no Internet, and no means of communication with the outside world (other than cable TV and a phone) I would be forced to blog with the smart phone. With it's very small "keyboard" and my overly plump digits. But it could happen. If I find a topic, I'll snap a photo and blog as best I can.
In the meantime, read those folks on the sidebar, play with your kids and grandkids and enjoy life. If you're in New England, head north, the foliage in the northern reaches is said to be brilliant right now. I just hope it's good in the southern regions north of the border with the Commonwealth. It's starting to color up here in Little Rhody but it's spotty so far.
I expect great things from my native land. We shall see.
|Those aren't wrecks out there, those are working vehicles for a nearby orchard.|
|Kicked back and munching on something tasty, hopefully not bamboo,|
So see you when I see you. Y'all have a great weekend, stay safe, stay frosty, and be good to your families. Ciao!
|Hey look! Flamingo dancers! (What? It's flamenco? Um, then never mind.)|