Thirty-four minutes and 6.07 seconds. That is how long I waited in line for one dozen cider doughnuts at Russell Orchards yesterday. And…I’d do it again. My only regret is that some people in line around me had empty wine glasses because they were smart enough to partake in wine tasting prior to getting in line. Me, not so much.
After an afternoon hockey game at Pingree we drove through Essex and into Ipswich to spend some time at Russell Orchards….which thousands of friends.
The boys tolerated the annual sit near the pumpkin photo before we headed into the bar to check out the line. They immediately deemed it too long for them to stand in, but promised to not get the largest pumpkins on the farm if I held a place in line for them. Deal.
The boys picked out their pumpkins, found their favorite honey sticks, and did some drive-bys to check on my progress (or, most likely, to check on how much longer they had to wait for a warm cider doughnut).
Super warm doughnuts in hand, the boys tolerated the annual Russell Orchards Ford Truck photo and then we all meandered down to the pond and barns to see the animals. We checked on the little pigs…and the giant one. We looked at the goats, ducks, chickens, bunny, and one rat. Finn picked up an apple that was already on the ground in front of a donkey and offered it to him….without shoving a finger up its nose. I should explain that Finn had a thing for shoving his finger up the nostril of many a farm animal when he was younger. We read the sign that said, “Please do not feed the donkeys” and did not do it again.
The boys tolerated the annual sit on the tractor photo and we were off.
Forced Family Fall Farm Fun. Check. I was happy that their hockey schedules cooperated this weekend so we could get our farm fun on.
Good Morning Gloucester 