2018 Life Logs, Day 281—Cranberry Harvest and Birthday Lunch
Date: Monday, October 8, 2018
Weather: Overcast; High 66, Low 55 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
Once only known as Columbus Day, this day has now also become Indigenous People Day—not as a replacement for Columbus Day, but a different way of celebrating the day. Columbus Day is a national holiday, so there was no school today. Heather and Ollie spent the night again and Ollie and I really did sleep in this morning. Heather got up early and evidently tried to wake me up to tell me she was leaving, but evidently I was snoring happily and totally did not respond to her attempts to wake me. She snuck out to go pick up Sam and start her day of bathroom painting. It was almost 9 am when I woke up and Ollie slept until almost 9:30. When we did get up, we enjoyed our time together and then I took him home via the cranberry bog. Heather had texted that they were harvesting today. Ollie and I watched the harvesting for a bit and he enjoyed taking photos and videos of the process using my phone.
When we got home, we found that Jed, Sam, and Jonah were all home from their weekend of camping . . . a bit tired, but all had a good time. I then headed home to get ready for my lunch with friends to celebrate Jane Woodin’s birthday. Midge Frieswyk, Olivia White, and I treated Jane to lunch at one of her favorite downtown restaurants, La Cucina Sul Mare.
We all had Shrimp and Scallop Piccatta in a white wine and caper sauce.
This is usually served over angel hair pasta, but at Jane’s suggestion, I asked to have this over spinach and everyone else had it over a mix of spinach and pasta. It was delicious and it was delightful to spend a couple of hours in the company of good friends. The fifth member of our little group, Karen Baranowski, couldn’t join us today as she babysits for her son’s children on Monday’s this month. We really missed her and declared to find a way for all of us to be present for the next birthday.
On my way home, I once again drove by the bogs and got to see the next stage. The harvested cranberries had been corralled and almost all had been sucked up into the truck waiting to take them to a processing plant.
And the water from the bogs on the right side of the road was being channeled into the bogs on the left side of the highway through an under-road culvert.
The fields on that side of the road will probably be harvested tomorrow, but enough cranberries were floating due to the influx of water allowing the ducks to feast.
I love watching this colorful process which, for me, has become as much a part of fall as fields of pumpkins.
