Twas the night after Thanksgiving and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were placed on the chimney with care, in hopes that gingerbread goodies would soon be there. The little mouse were all nuzzled, snuggled in bed, while dreams of sugarplums danced through their head…🍒🍬🍫
Took a little trip to the Wood Memorial Library and Museum’s in South Windsor, Connecticut to visit the annual gingerbread festival, where local bakers, crafters looking for some savory sweet fun can craft their own creation for the competition. We saw building replicas, farmhouses, igloos and even gingerbread bird houses (these were my favorite.). Admission is free and I even left with a complimentary snowman box filled with ginger bread treats, courtesy of the gift shop. This was, of course, after deciding it would be a little ridiculous to buy a twenty dollar, pre-made ginger bread house to snack on the ride home.😛
Later that weekend, we took a daytime
ride and hiked the Blue Hills in Milton, Massachusetts; that is on the Blue Hills Reservation, a gorgeous 7,000 acre park with plenty of trails, rivers, lakes, observatories and even a the Blue Hills weather station, national historic landmark, sitting stop Great Blue Hill. Truly a peaceful place to venture away from the hustle and bustle, but stay close to home.