It doesn’t feel like summer is ending in 5 days, but the foliage up here would certainly attest to that fact.

So, as I said on Friday, my mom was in town this weekend. As such we had various outings that we’d penciled in for her visit.
The only thing we had in ink was getting our very last maple creemee of the summer. Which is to say, our only maple creemee of the summer. And no, I don’t count the one we got at April’s Maple since it was inexplicably not delicious. (You’d think a maple syrup factory in the NEK would have decent creemees…and you’d be dead wrong about that assumption.)

So we went over to one of the illustrious 9 Creemee Stands that I discussed earlier in the summer.

Hang on a moment, Bev is outside doing her weird & stressed out “chicken beep” thing…

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Okay, sorry. Her sisters are apparently both currently sitting in nesting boxes so she’s out there all alone. She’s also very upset with me because I took her hat over the weekend.

Oh, her hat.
Yeah, that probably bears some explanation, doesn’t it?
Here you go.

Her hat, she mourns it.
She gave me an absolutely brutal pecking yesterday evening so it would appear that she hasn’t forgiven me yet for taking it.

Okay, where was I? Right, creemees.

We went to the Morse Farm in E. Montpelier on Saturday for said maple creemees.

Jen did a bit of shopping while Daph had a reluctant yet ultimately successful potty break. As such Morse Farm isn’t quite ready to go on the list of DABs, but I’d say one more efficacious trip and we’ll bestow them with that highest of Vermont honors.

Oh, and yes we had our maple creemees.

And I’ll say, it was really quite good.

I will say it’s the best one that we’ve had so far, with one caveat. Two years ago we had handmade creemees from the Pizza Man in Lyndonville. Those were, hands down, the best. Unfortunately they’ve since stopped making them by hand and now use a soft serve machine. Rather disappointing. And so there you have it.
Morse Farm. Your winner of the 2024 Maple Creemee Award.

Turns out Morse Farm also had a pair of goats, so we bought a few cups of food to take to them as well.

Daphne had zero interest in feeding the goats herself. She was much more interested in the swings that they’d fashioned out of some old cedar trees.

She and Grammy swung out here while her mother went in for round two with the gift shop…

From here we hopped back into the old family truckster…

and headed over to another well-known creemee stop that was just down the road, Bragg Farm.

Along the way though, we noticed quite a few leaves had already started turning…which made for a pretty drive.

Unfortunately doubling up on the creemees seemed like a bad idea, so we did not try the ones at Bragg, even though they were on our list. Instead, the girls picked out pumpkins…

And I hauled them (along with one of the girls) back to the register.

We also ran into a lovely pair of ponies, one of whom Daphne took a particular liking to…

And I’m afraid this is where I’ll have to leave as I’ve run out of time.

Tune in tomorrow when we’ll discuss dinner on a hill and the crashing of a local party.

j.s.