It says a lot about autumn’s charisma that I still love it even though it means the end of summer. I adore the open windows, bare feet, long evenings, singing crickets, and picnic-table dinners of summer. But then there are fresh apples, brilliant leaves, woodsmoke, and cozy sweaters, so it all works out.
In the case of the Sunday we went to Westfield Heritage Village and Myers Apple Farm, it was actually not sweater weather, it was gorgeous summery weather. PLUS the autumn colours. Awesome.
It was one of a series of Harvest Sundays at the Village, with animators in period costumes, speaking in first-person (with only a few li’l anachronisms) about their lives as settlers.
What a beautiful day for some high-quality heritage.
A wee corn-husk doll from the small building known to have housed an Aboriginal family.
Sometimes I think about having no such thing as plumbing. I am very grateful for plumbing.
Remember how this post is partly about petting animals? Some of the animals were actually just skins with heads.
Fun fact: this church had to be cut into pieces to be transported to the Village from Mountsberg. It’s been nicely reassembled.
Ticket from the Jerseyville train station! Which was operational until the ’60s. (It also served as Avonlea train station in Kevin Sullivan’s productions of “Anne of Green Gables” and “Road to Avonlea”.)
Ahh. So picturesque that I had to take pictures.
The druggist was the most interesting stop on the tour. He demonstrated how he made capsules and moulded pills; he showed how the turnkey works for pulling out teeth; and he explained all about the morphine, cocaine, and heroin that were used for pain management. In the good old days.
In the caboose! No seat belts.
It’s a really nice time. They are open this Thanksgiving weekend too, if you live in the GHA or Wellington County.
And bonus – just down the road, you can pick apples!
What a beautiful day for apple-picking. (And it really was – practically everyone went apple-picking that day. Or at least two other parties I know of.) And delicious apples they are, too. Empires and Spartans.
There are also goats, chickens, sheep, kittens, etc., that are pretty friendly.
AND, the best part of this whole day, which AB repeated to everyone who came close enough to hear: “THE BIG HORSE PEED!”
I think she thought she might get lucky enough to see a mini horse pee too. No such luck though.
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Aww, beeyootiful pictures! Yay! So autumnal. I haven’t been there since that time we went at maple syrup time and there was precious little maple syrup goin’ on. but lots of warm.
I am disappointed not to see a picture of the horse peeing. sigh.
Yeah! That was so odd, sugar bush in “summer”. Always fun visits, though.
I’m sure a picture would not do proper justice to the horse-peeing moment. It was truly majestic.
And by “there” I mean WHV of course. Not fall.
Your description of autumn is exactly what I was trying to put into words this week. Given the uninspiring summer, I was anticipating loathing the cooling temps and brisker winds. Yet, somehow I’m just as excited for autumn. Yeah for autumn. Still haven’t made it apple picking. But I have seen a horse pee many times….it is impressive…and inspiring.
Lots of time left for apple picking! And they say that because of those cooler temperatures this summer, the fall colours are ACTUALLY BRIGHTER this year. So, definitely time to relish a trip to the horse-pee farm. 🙂
Ah, Myers! First place I ever knew of Ginger Gold apples. Mm-mm! AND!! That’s where Griffin and Sabine were born and reached adoptable age, the darlin’s. I’m glad you went. Keep those memories turning over from generation to generation.
We always remember (or just talk about, for those who don’t remember) Griffin and Sabine when we’re there.