This weekend, Lefferts House, an historic Dutch homestead in Prospect Park, hosted one of my favorite events: Winter on Flatbush Farms. This was the first year New Kid really got to experience it and the weather cooperated quite nicely. (We’ve had a very warm autumn — well, except for the freak snowstorm.)
Unfortunately just before we were to leave, the hub broke a jar, sliced his finger and had to rush off for some stitches. When I was cleaning up there were droplets of blood everywhere! It was like cleaning up a crime scene! He’s fine, of course, but I had to take the kids on the walk through the park by myself.
A brief stop to admire the view.
Since I had no other adult help, taking lots of ‘snaps while supervising rowdy boys was not in the cards, but I did get a pic of the man himself: Saint Nicolas. In the Dutch tradition, he arrived on horseback. We fed his horse carrots and received chocolate coins.
I also continued a tradition I started last year: making poached quince. I love doing this because a) the apartment smells divine and b) you never know when Aphrodite might stop by for supper.