Columbine and The Windmill

 We drove up to Penn Yann yesterday to visit the Windmill with Grandma B and Debbie. It was  windy, wet, and humid.  The drive was beautiful, because most of the way is along Keuka Lake, which is 20 miles long.  We got lost once because a bridge was out and there were no street signs.

Front yard

Back yard

I wish we'd known that dogs are allowed to shop here, too.

Excellent sausages

You can barely see the lake--the very tip of Keuka

This is where we picked grapes the first time

  We asked an old farmer for directions, then Ken almost ran over his chickens as we turned around in the road.   We all had a good time. My favorite shops were the bakeries, food, and plants. The Amish ran those, so I was able to  study the women and girls. One produce area had really cheap vegetables, so I got an arm full of rhubarb, then had to wrestle Grandma to the ground in order for me to pay. She wants to pay for everything, and you can't ever say you like something or else she'll go and buy it. Anyway- the Amish girl looked horrified while we're both trying to thrust the money at her.
  The vineyards have all greened out.  Grandma wants to go with us this year to pick, and then it dawned on me--Walt won't be here then.