Apple Picking

The day before yesterday, I was speaking to a good friend of mine and he pointed out to me that he had noticed I was putting on weight again. He’s right. Over the last several months, MY Jane and I have gotten out of our routine of taking a walk every day.

So yesterday, we started our walks again. When you’re out walking, you notice things that you miss if you’re driving. For instance, I noticed a new sign erected by the City of Barrie at one of the neighbourhood walkways:

Have a look at the maximum fine amount. One hundred thousand dollars! Barrie means business.

After our walk and breakfast, we headed up toward Meaford in search of apples. We wanted to pick our own. When we got to Meaford, we found out that there was a scarecrow invasion. This is an annual  Fall event there where they festoon the town with scarecrows all over the place and have a parade. Quite charming, really.
We had lunch in a local cafe and I tried a new kind of root beer. New for me, at least. It was quite tasty.
We learned that a pick your own Apple place was near Thornbury, so we headed there and soon found the place. We picked about a bushel of apples for $29. They give you a couple of special plastic bags which you are allowed to fill. Of course we did just that. One full bag of McIntosh and one full bag of Courtland. We wanted some Spy apples too, but they aren’t ready.

On the way home, we stopped in Collingwood at a local park by the water and, of course, when you get Jane within 10 feet of water, she has to dip her toes in it. Inevitably, she always says the same thing. “Oh the water’s so nice!”

Today, Jane will be making Apple Crisp to take to Chris and Tonya. We’re spending the weekend there so Chris and I can install crown moulding. He’s already got all the painting done. Going to be a fun weekend.

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