Honeycrisp, you bet. The apple aisle is a must-stop at the Ontario Orchards Farm Market. We are always in the seasonal mood for a couple weeks worth of Honeycrisps. For my dear wife Karen and I, that was one yellow pail into the shopping cart.

Yes, we will. My dear wife Karen and I found everything we needed for that night’s dinner in the aisle’s of the Ontario Orchards Farm Market. It started with a side. The corn looked so good. We put in our cart a small bag, already shucked. OK, we also found a big tomato, head of…

Another good idea. Thank you, Old Mother Hubbard, for coming up with a reasonably priced bag of doggie treats that are advertised as good for various important health needs. Our cherish rescue mutt was treated to a big tat says it’s good for her joint health. She doesn’t turn her nose up at the treats,…

Get a kick out of it. What goes well with decorative flat pumpkins? Football signs fit the rack, yes.

Flocking with the pumpkins. It’s fun to note what’s new in the seasonal decorations on my dear wife Karen and I’s seasonal trek to Ontario Orchards. Collected out front this time was a bunch of carefully crafted birds perched on stumps of various heights. Bright red, we did believe they are cardinals. Nice work!

Comfort store. My dear wife Karen and I didn’t expect to find a booming nursery when we pulled up for our annual seasonal excursion a handful of dozen miles to the north to the Ontario Orchards Farm Market. The store, thankfully, still stood sturdy and proud for all it offered, outside and in.

Grew a lot. This mature plant would look great in the backyard or front, my dear wife Karen and I agreed as we strolled and dreamed at the Ontario Orchards nursery. But, deep down we knew, no way we had a vehicle that could fit it for the ride home.

Natural or clipped? Did these grow like this on their own, I wondered as my dear wife Karen and I admired the collection at the Ontario Orchard nursery, or did the curator coax them into the three-balled shape?

See the bee? The purple bloom surely caught my eye as my dear wife Karen and I appreciated the cool collections at the Ontario Orchard nursery. Then I noticed who else appreciated this particular largest flower. The big bee left me alone, yes, and I went about my business, too.