August 14th was Lyman Farm's Peach Festival. It was announced on the news and in the newspaper. I thought is sounded fun. We invited the other senior couple, Elder and Sister Worthington, to accompany us and it was off to the Lyman Farms--about 40 minutes south of Bloomfield. Besides we were missing fresh West Mountain peaches so we thought we'd give fresh Connecticut peaches a try.
The above picture is of the Old Lyman Main House. It is used now as a reception center. We just couldn't resist taking a few pictures.
This is a side view of the back of the main Lyman house.
To the side was this restored Wash House. The windows were thick and looked original. Below is what it looked like inside. Can you imagine doing wash in a separate room like this during all the seasons?
Next it was off to the sunflower maze and apple orchards. This year the maze was shaped like a turtle. From a distance it looked like some of the flowers had died but when we got closer, they are actually brown pedaled flowers. If you look closely you can see a bee enjoying the dark brown flower.
I had ran off discount coupons to the maze but it was hot and no one really wanted to do the maze so I gave them to a family by the ticket booth. I also picked fresh apples by this site.
Ahhhhhh, fresh peaches! We looked kind of funny in the middle of the orchard in our missionary garb but we didn't care. The Worthingtons picked nectarines too. We are still just finishing up eating the peaches. I think they rank pretty close to West Mountain peaches too. The Worthingtons wish they had picked more.
I didn't get a picture of the farm market. That is the hub of the facility along with their 18-hole golf course. They also have an outdoor eatery that specializes in breakfasts on the porch. Inside they sell everything from hot pepper jelly and crackers to peach salsa and everything in between. The day we were there was taste sample day. Yummm!
After Lyman Farms, Elder Mendenhall remembered seeing a covered bridge on a picture that shouldn't have been too far away. It is listed as one of the oldest covered bridges being erected in the mid-1700s. Off we trekked to find the bridge. The roads are narrow and winding and we finally found it only to be disappointed that it was being restored and closed to the public. Oh well, it still was an adventure.

































