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The Garden State - Our Time in New Jersey


How ironic that New Jersey is called the Garden State, because we spent a lot of time playing in Bill's Aunt and Uncle's garden.  His Aunt Kristin showed us everything they had planted and we helped to pick the harvest and learned their methods and techniques.  The picture above is one days worth of spoils, and made some really yummy salsa if I do say so myself :)

Our time in New Jersey was wonderful and relaxing.  I was so thrilled that this is how our trip began.  We visited the local brew pup, cooked dinner together and made drinks, stopped by the cider farm, played games, saw historical sites, walked through town, went to a farmer's market, shopped a little and spent time in our comfy clothes lounging in their home by the fire or eating snacks on the deck.  Honestly, it could not have been more perfect. 

When Kristin pulled up to the airport with coffee for everyone in thermoses and tea for me, I knew that this time together would be wonderful.  Even after the haze that follows a red eye, the cold rain woke us up and brought us into her reality which she was so thrilled to show us.  I can't wait to go back and spend more time in this enchanting area.



Thank you for sharing your home with us Kristin and Al!  
I loved every minute of it :)  

More to come on our East Coast trip soon...

In the meantime, enjoy your Thanksgiving friends!  
We all have so much to be grateful for :)

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