[pullquote]I don’t want to be the crazy hippie mom who ruins everything. [/pullquote]
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I love cider. Spiced cider. Hard cider. It’s all apple goodness to me.
I was thrilled to visit Oliver Winery where in addition to wine and mead, they have a robust cider collection all up for sampling on a lovely estate for a nominal sampling fee.
For a weekday, they were surprisingly busy, but the hostesses were pleasant and the waits weren’t too long between samples.
We ended up buying a bottle of a soft red made with concord grapes that reminded me of a classy Mogen David, several bottles of cider, and a couple of bottles of mango mead.
As we dwindle our supply, I’m only sad we didn’t buy more.
If you’re ever in Bloomington, I highly recommend stopping by. I wish we had been able to go on a weekend and tour the vineyard, but the store with tasting was nice on its own as I hope the photos show.
Real talk: I guess I thought I’d eventually get used to dropping Ennis off at daycare, but now after four months, I just don’t think I can get used to my heart breaking, even if it happens every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday at 7:55.
So far, I haven’t cried and neither has he as we parted, but instead of getting easier with time, as he gets older, I find myself lamenting all the things I miss and will continue to miss like first steps and words. I wonder if the first time we noted things like his sitting up were really the first time or just the first time we saw it.
Clearly I still struggle with our decision for using childcare. My working is a worthy a trade off for not struggling to stay out of any sort of debt while D completes his PhD. Though I often have to remind myself that maybe my easy baby is partially so easy because I’m not short-tempered and worn-down from financial stressors and that my job affords us the resources and lifestyle to provide a calm stable environment. And this, perhaps, is worth missing some firsts.