As the years pass by, my Photography Club loves to revisit places. Today was one of our annual visits. The visit: Ashcombe Farms.
Ashcombe’s has been a hot spot for myself and my family since I was just a wee lad growing up in the suburbs of the rough and tough Harrisburg, Pennsylvania area. Their soups, jams, jelly, chicken pot pies, cakes, assorted clothing and seasonal decorations have always been popular in my household.
Today we were allowed access inside their stores and operations one hour prior to them opening. Pepper, the cat (he’s a chubby lil fella that loves himself some treats), greeted us and had his own agenda. He was a slick joker and only had one thing on his mind- opening and closing the automatic doors. This was quickly shut down by his owner and after his shenanigans he was told to take a nap and he absolutely did so and posed for several photographers. What a fantastic feline this fella was. A true trickster and an even better napper. Good on this dude.
Anyway, I’m glad I left my wallet in my truck. Not the safest move, but I’m glad I did. Otherwise I would have spent a ton, as I usually do when I go to this store.
- Mike