A Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Sunday Morning!

Every second or third Sunday, we get up early, drive to Thorne Pond, and walk for four or five miles to begin the day. I take fruit along for the two-hour ride to Whole Foods Market and Trader Joe’s, and we return in time to watch the Patriots’ game. Typically, I alternate between driving to Portland or Portsmouth. The distance is pretty much the same. But during leaf-peeper season, I opt for the direct shot down Route 16 to Portsmouth. Here in northern New England, you see, the faster routes run north and south. It is slower going east to west on the backroads. Considering the folks who are up to track fall foliage, I’ve been skipping the drive across to Portland lately. 

On Sunday, everything was going as planned. I packed two bananas; an insulated water bottle filled with cold red grapes, strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries; and two honey crisp apples. We stopped at Thorne Pond, and immediately I was taken back by the outrageous riot of the bittersweet around the water. My h…