The warmest cranberry picking ever. Isabel and I picked a gallon of cranberries at the Thurman bog last Sunday. It was very buggy. I was surprised by the number of mosquitoes on the first weekend in October. I was actually afraid to mention them because I thought Isabel would start whining about them. Then I started to scratch like crazy because my ears were all red and hot from being eaten alive -- and I couldn't help complaining out loud about them myself! Isabel said, "Yeah... mosquito bites -- I just scratch them a little, like this, and keep picking."

Wow, she's an Adirondacker bred true. Here she is in the morning, with the fruits of her labor.