Sigh. I’d love to wake up to this view each morning.
Sigh. Barn Lust is as bad as ever. We really need to sort out how to make this barn ours.
Check out the daytime moon and the hops. If we ever get through this cider project maybe we’ll move on to beer.
As fun as those pick you own apple places with pie and corn mazes look, I promise this was better. Ryan says it was like the kind of exploring you do when you’re 12. I think he’s right. It made me want to build a tree fort and refuse to go in for dinner. We headed out in to fields in the morning only coming back to eat every once and a while. Poor Becca was worn right out by our antics.
The trees are all a little different but quite a few are huge full sized ones and we took turns falling out of this one. Ryan is the yellow smudge in the middle of this photo.
To add to our adventure, the blackthorn has escaped the hedgerows and seems to have developed a relationship with the apple trees, scratching and spiking anyone who dares to pick too many apples. I have read that you can use these dreadful berries to make wine if anyone wants to forage next year. (More about the blackthorn later in the week).
On a related note, check out the
Hawthorn Honey Black Locust Tree (thanks Jenn and Almerinda). There are 3 of these “antique” trees on the property. The modern ones don’t have the spikes necessary to make the hedgerows impassable to cattle. Ouch!