Cranberries can hold there noses for up to two weeks. Did you know that? I didn’t know that. And, cranberry plants, if cared for properly, can live for over a hundred years! Betcha didn’t know that either. We, however, learned these facts and many more at the Fourth Annual Cranberry Harvest Celebration.
This was a FUN day trip for us. We headed out with our friends from upstairs who have two girls, both a little younger than Abby. So, the eight of us headed out to explore the cranberry bogs of southern Massachusetts. We weren’t sure what to expect, but we were up for the adventure.
We arrived within an hour of the festival starting and already we had to park way, way in the back. But, friendly helpers were everywhere directing traffic and answering questions, so we were able to park and get into the festival very quickly. As soon as we entered the gate, we saw the children’s area. There were pony rides (which we decided against this time, much to Abby’s disappointment), face painting, coloring contests, story time — with stories about cranberries being read by the authors, live music and much more.
After letting the kids explore the children’s activities, we meandered over to the machinery display. Having three sweet little girls in tow did not slow us down at all. In fact, they were more difficult to pull down from the machines then Jonah was! Who wouldn’t want to climb upon and “drive” those machines?
Next, we checked out a small museum, comprised mostly of various photographs from the cranberry industry and scoped out the prices for some food. (Not bad, by the way).
Then, we loaded on a bus to the bog. I didn’t know there was that much to learn about cranberries, but it was really very fascinating. We learned all about wet harvesting, sanding the bogs periodically to prevent weeds from growing, the cost of having to tear out and redo a bog (it takes 15 years to reach a profitable point again) and lots of other facts about growing cranberries. And we watched the cranberries being harvested, which could have kept me entertained all day. Seriously. I don’t know why, but I found it completely mesmerizing to watch the cranberries being lifted up the conveyor belt and then dropped down into a big truck waiting below.
The kids absolutely loved the festival. They loved watching the men in their waders out in the bog moving the cranberries around. They loved watching the frog who had decided that the cranberries made a perfect resting spot. They even loved the free sample of orange-flavored craisins…although they weren’t big on the cranberry juice.
After we returned from the bog, we sat down to have a late lunch. The kids quickly gobbled down some food and then ran around playing in the grass. We adults ate our food a little more slowly and unintentionally (mostly) eavesdropped on a group of female bikers sitting at the table in front of us. They were discussing nicknames for themselves when, quite suddenly, Jonah ran up and tickled one of the women from behind!
Scott and I were too stunned to respond. Suddenly, we both yelled, JONAH! Get over here! (While desperately trying not to be mortified). The woman was very sweet about the whole thing and smiled at us (while the other women in the group burst out laughing).
What possessed him to do that! Surely, SURELY we’ve not taught our son to randomly tickle strangers! Have we?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Deep breath. Even now, weeks later, my cheeks feel warm just thinking about that. There’s one for the scrapbook I guess.
“Today, Jonah ticked a leather-clad, female biker who we had never met or spoken to before.”
Yep, that’s our son. And, that’s all part of the Fourth Annual Cranberry Harvest Festival.