Apple Fest

  Joanna Furnace's Apple Festival is my favorite event. I had my first Pixie Crunch apple, it was very good. Tim and Kay are mysterious and quite big. I bought Tim, and the wonderful lady threw Kay in. She said that they had come from a world traveler's estate. I have to look into them, but my gut says they're Cambodian. Little Scott is bone and now lives in Norfolk Trolltree. Ron made up for putting Frankie in the crate with the Romeo and Juliet plate and the knit cap. 🍎 Update: Tim and Kay were handmade in Spain in the eighties, so I won't feel guilty transforming them into Georgians. 

 

Joanna Furnace Apple Festival

I was happily writing along about Joanna Furnace's Apple Festival until I mentioned some old geezer with a homemade Cabala Embarrass shirt, cap, and button. That's when my entire post vanished. Now I'm pissy. Yeah, I wanted to jump on her stupid commie head and beat her illiterate ass, but I did not. So, now, let me get back to my post that was rudely eaten by the fucking GOOGLE Monster. 😡 I had a ball. I had cider and apple fritters. We brought homemade pot pie and bean soup home. I also brought home some mead seltzer. I do not like mead, but the seltzer is tasty, and I got a mixed batch. Somehow I lost my box of Thanksgiving decorations. I don't have a lot, but Mummy's stuff from the bicentennial in Massachusetts is in there. Sure I'll find it while decorating for Christmas but until then I got this beautiful hand knitted scarecrow. I also got a handcarved Saint Francis, he's not Italian, so he might just be Pennsylvania made. I have a wooden Mary and Saint Patrick, but Francis is our long time saint of choice. I also scored a church doll from Mr. Glass who I'd gotten a lovely rag doll from a couple of Christmases ago. She always graces the foyer, too sweet to put away. Think we'll be seeing J.D. Vance at the airport later. Good times. 

Finally

Finally some good 💩 from Planet SCAM! 

Yee-haw! 

Cherry Cider

Apple Scruffs

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Joanna Furnace Apple Fest

What a fangtastic fall weekend! Today was Joanna's Furnace's Apple Festival. We usually attend their Christmas shindig after Thanksgiving, and might've been to The Hay Creek September festival twice, but I don't think we'd hit The Apple Festival before, and it was off-the-hook! I had three ciders and apple fritters. Look at my twenty-seven dollar score: raw indigo wool and handmade lace for my Peggy Shippen doll, the only plague book I'd missed besides the brand new one that after The Great Courses with all the CONVID I'm going to pass on, an antique book on Early American costumes, a bean cookbook, a couple of handmade gnomes, (wood and plaster), incense, a wooden jack-o-lantern pin, even a bitsy handmade imp for the dollhouses, hexcetera... O, my ghoul... 

 

Frecon's Orchard and Cidery

 Why can I only get this stuff at the Beer Mart by Victor Emanuel's? It's local, seventy-five-years-old, unlike the twenty-year-old New York stuff, and has three apples per can, versus New York's two. It is way better. Why don't the grocery stores and other beer joints carry it? Not woke enough? Typical. 

Why? 

FRECON'S