Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Fair Time

There's always a little magic afoot during The Fair.  Glorious weather, sunsets, saw all my special people, cooked enough fireplace food for an army.  It was early-August hot the first three days, and then on the last day, fall came.  It's the only year of their life the boys didn't work with me on Antique Hill, but they felt like being "normal kids" for once and they are so often stuck in a time warp with me at the museum, it isn't that novel anymore.  I'm worn out...it was, I believe, around 45 hours of work, crammed into four days.  Well over 100 degrees in the Colonial Kitchen and my costumes were soaked with sweat and chicken grease...authentic I suppose, though rather grueling.  The air turned crisp, the leaves started to change, literally yesterday, and there's no denying that winter is just around the corner.

The Bubs got blue ribbons on all their Floral Hall entries, it was such a busy summer we didn't enter as much as we usually do, but still got a few things in.  John's fruit entries and chestnuts mostly got blues as well, just one red ribbon for our pears, but I maintain that's simply because the judge didn't TASTE them.  Now on to pressing cider and stacking wood and putting on the storm windows.      

Thursday, September 10, 2015


"You're taking your kids along on your honeymoon?!"  But of course.  Why wouldn't we?  The real fun happens when we are all together.  

Just returning from our family honeymoon in Westport! Most perfect week imaginable...a gift from our dear friend, Charlotte, who lives there. We stayed in her barn-turned-guest-house, surrounded by water, and soaked up the last of the summer. Lounging on the beautiful beaches with warm (!) water, sailing with Woody in his gorgeous 1914 schooner out to Cuttyyhunk Island, surfing, sea kayaking, touring museums, watching tennis matches at the club, eating ridiculous amounts of yummy food, reading, taking in a few historic sites... it couldn't have been better, we really got treated to the (much unaccustomed, but much enjoyed!) high life for a few days. During, literally, the last five minutes before heading home, Eli slipped coming down some steps at Battleship Cove and we ended up going to the ER just to make sure he didn't break his arm (nope! phew!) but otherwise, WHAT A WEEK! Incredible. Made to order. A truly needed rest after such a busy year. And what awesome family we have to take care of the farm while we were away. Thank you all! So blessed.