The Grist Mill

It's a mental thing, I know, but today was the first day of summer. I wore shorts and to hell with the consequences. The ski jacket is going to the cleaners.

Back in March, some very generous friends of ours gave us a gift certificate for the Wayside Inn in Sudbury. I decided we would go when there was blossom on the trees and the grass was green - hard to imagine when we were being battered by a nor'easter every couple of weeks. But it came to pass.

Just to make the weekend extra-specially romantic we combined it with a 26 mile bike ride (Sudbury to Concord and back) and a walk around Walden Pond.

The grist mill in the photo is not especially old (1929) but it is a working mill with a real live miller and produces cornmeal and wheat flour. We arrived a little late (after all that cycling) so we didn't get to see it in action, but obviously the water that is cascading down must be diverted to drive the wheel.

Grist is grain that has been separated from the chaff and is ready for grinding into flour.


Sudbury, Massachusetts