After our orchard frolicking antics on Saturday, we dialled it down on Sunday, and spent the day reading, eating and walking. A perfect day, really, when you add in dear friends AND Basset hounds…
Do not, I repeat do not, be misled by the cowed look on Finchley’s face. He has not been beaten, nor has he been denied love or pats. This is merely his brewing mischief look.
Although I woke early, I didn’t hear Jason roar off to Colts Neck before breakfast, and was amazed by the magical appearance of fresh bagels in the kitchen. There was newspaper reading
And then brunch eating
and bagel eating
With an apple tart chaser — made by Yoann from a Thomas Keller recipe, using the apples we picked on Saturday at Eastmont Orchards.
Later that afternoon, we walked off brunch in Holmdel Park a few miles away.
Although it’s been unseasonably warm, with temperatures hitting the mid seventies, the fall colour is starting to show.
I like to think that this is Finchley saying: I’ll miss you when you leave Auntie Sasha, but I suspect it is more: give me snax NOW Auntie Sasha…