On Saturday I worked in the Craft Country shop, which means that by the time 3pm rolls around I’m looking for anything that doesn’t involve sitting at a desk.
Since we were pretty sick of walking around Featherston for exercise, my friend Ellen and I drove to Greytown. We figured they have fancier houses so if nothing else there would be some new scenery and a good stare into people’s expensive houses and well-tended gardens.
What we didn’t plan on was stumbling onto an apple orchard in the middle of town. Because we’re naughty we went through the fence and walked the length of a couple of fields, which were row up row filled with trees absolutely weighted down with eating apples. There were so many apples they’d started falling off the trees and rotting on the ground so as we wandered we’d go through patches that smelt like cider and then some that smelt like vinegar.
A couple of kittens ran across our path… it was ridiculously idyllic.
I thought the orchard would make a great location for some new autumn bag photos so may yet return.
Lately I’ve really been enjoying eating apples with peanut butter as a snack. Hard, crisp apples are the best and I prefer sweet varieties like Royal Gala or Eve.
And in other news, I was in the paper on Friday.