Mystery and hayrides

Two weeks ago I was walking home from physio when I spotted a mysterious path. Where it went wasn't a mystery - the mystery was why it existed at all.

I decided to follow it. (I still don't know why it's there.)

Last weekend, I went apple picking. It was the usual - jump o. The wagon out to the orchard, pick some apples, and then buy some donuts. A good time, as usual.

And then Wanda and I used excess cork from the basement to replace the carpet on the stairs.

And this weekend, I went to an open house on the farm I buy my beef from. We had lunch and then did a wagon ride through the farm. It was really interesting to hear about their farming practices.