“On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .” -Dickens
On seeing a perfect fall day outside the window this morning, Laura and I decided that we were adults and we can make our own decisions. Thus, we called in to work (“mental health day”), made a quick breakfast, and drove up to Gardenworks Farm in Salem, NY for some raspberry picking.
Yeah, that’s right, grownups making grownup decisions.
Gardenworks has a “pick and share” deal running through October; pick your berries, give them half, and you keep half, no charge. We spent a solid hour scouring the bushes — “Look under the canes,” the girl at the counter said, “people usually get lazy” — and came up with a sizable haul of fresh, ripe, juicy berries. And a few unripe ones we threw at each other. Plenty enough to make a big pan of apple raspberry crisp. Expect pictures of that later.
On the way back home we stopped in a diner in Waterford where there was a booth with only one bench. Yeah, they set up a table you could only sit on one side of. So of course we sat there. It was the cheapest diner I’ve ever eaten at but one of the most fun.
All in all, it was a perfect fall day, with a perfect fall adventure and perfect fall company. Every year I’m reminded why I put up with the other seasons in the northeast; fall may be the shortest, but once it’s here, I can’t get enough.