Cranberry Bog

OK, now we know. Cranberry bogs are not very attractive. And I (Mom) am the only person in the family who actually likes cranberries. Next year we are definitely visiting an apple orchard instead. (If you want to learn way too much about apples, btw, visit my professional blog).

Across the road from the bog was a little sign for a barn sale, pointing up a wooded lane. We couldn't pass up the opportunity to explore Heckman's Island further. I flipped through stacks of ancient 78s while Charlie ran around a beautiful old barn high on a hill overlooking the sea.


We came home and ate nachos de puerco with Daddy before taking a walk to visit the "snow" (a pile of ice shavings our zamboni deposits outside the community rink). Charlie made his first official snowman of the year, complete with a gravel face and rock top hat. He fell asleep in the stroller on the way home, with a smile on his face and a big slab of ice shavings melting on the tray in front of him.
It was a good weekend.