Sunday, September 28

hunting chestnuts

My decision to walk to the hidden chestnut grove was, albeit the late hour, a good one. We followed it by a visit to a nearby playground and lake and then a late dinner out, just Cedar and I, at a rather fancy, hitherto unknown, italian eatery in the woods. He ate four pats of butter before his chicken parm arrived. The tagliatelle bolognese was delicious. And in the dark on the way home I fed him bits of my cannoli shell.