The No-Sun Sunday

Our corner of the world went 15 days
without rain . . . until last night.  

Hooray!  It's wet!

It rained leaves on our side lawn, overnight.
The entire day was damp, drizzly, overcast.
Spooky weather.

Not at all like Saturday's glorious sun-fest.

 Oh, Pennsylvania, you are one pretty mama.

That's New Jersey across the Delaware River.

Looking good, Jerz, all decked out in sunny Fall colors.

Howard and I met the eBay seller of the Wedgwood china
just across the border from New Jersey, in Pennsylvania.
Five lovely big boxes of china are in my kitchen now, waiting to be be unpacked
and nestled in some china cabinet.  When I can find room . . . .

I have lots of this china now.
Want to come for dinner?  Bring something.
The roast would be nice.

I had company in the kitchen as I gazed at my latest loot.
Gilda and Dylan.  Gilda sat.  Staring at me.

Dylan never stayed still long enough for me to get a decent shot.
He was mostly just a blur.
New boxes in the house?  Too exciting to stand still for long!

Howard and I had a great Saturday, noodling around eastern PA.
Found a little Greek eatery in the Poconos for lunch.
We bypassed a place that billed itself as 
"Best Thai food in the Poconos."
We figured that probably was not a very high bar.

Back in The Jerz, we headed for our favorite farm stand in Hackettstown,
and bought their most delicious apples -- Macouns.
They are like wine.  Only better.

Macouns are a 1923 cross between the
Jersey Black and MacIntosh apple varieties.

Macouns are -- without doubt -- the best eating apple in the world.
If Adam had found these babies growing in Eden,
he'd have been the first one plucking them off the tree.

They are tricky to grow, don't keep, and are only available for about 2 months.
If you are lucky enough to live near an orchard that grows Macouns, you are lucky enough.

So what's that pink thing, below?
I'll tell you on Monday; it's dinner time now, and Annie's cooking.

Enjoy your Sunday evening!  -- Cass