The week started off with a reunion among Pat's rellies. I've got 5 cousins, she's got 40 or so...
Back at home, Pat prepped a pile of plants for the Plant Sale. Other local creatures included a caterpillar munching it's way to being a monarch. Cattle shared their watering hole with hundreds of geese. And different colours getting along --- wouldn't that be a good thing in today's world?
Speaking of which, the celebration of Emancipation was happening locally. My towns of Windsor and Owen Sound were the axis of the old "Underground Railway" funneling slaves fleeing the States. Fittingly, an outdoor concert on the old railway tracks featured Bobby Blackburn, a local descendant. Great story, great music.
Another road trip to another small town for our 4th theatre event of the summer. Down to Petrolia (the first producing oil well in North America) for the heart-warming "New Canadian Curling Club". A humorous but totally believable take on immigrants being welcomed and teaming up. And what about those pants?!
Nearby Sarnia has always intrigued us as a possible base. Reminds me of Windsor with its international shipping river and bridge. Also fish hatchery and commemorative bricks. Hmmm..
But the major event this week was my annual car binge. On the drive over to Bothwell, got sidetracked by a Ford dealer showing ---- duh --- classic Fords, all models and ages. What an appetizer!
But the main course was in Bothwell, the biggest gathering of cars in Canada ---- about 5,000 cars and ten times that in spectators. So much eye candy my eyeballs have to be repacked. I burned out my camera's battery, but here are some impressions...
Best-In-Show? Pat waffled between a 1928 full-dress Buick vs. a sweet 1954 Ford woody wagon. For me, a hundred red ragtops vs. this ultra-rare yellow Studebaker Lark. Stay tuned, there may be space in the barn for something new next week...
Back at home, Pat prepped a pile of plants for the Plant Sale. Other local creatures included a caterpillar munching it's way to being a monarch. Cattle shared their watering hole with hundreds of geese. And different colours getting along --- wouldn't that be a good thing in today's world?
Speaking of which, the celebration of Emancipation was happening locally. My towns of Windsor and Owen Sound were the axis of the old "Underground Railway" funneling slaves fleeing the States. Fittingly, an outdoor concert on the old railway tracks featured Bobby Blackburn, a local descendant. Great story, great music.
Another road trip to another small town for our 4th theatre event of the summer. Down to Petrolia (the first producing oil well in North America) for the heart-warming "New Canadian Curling Club". A humorous but totally believable take on immigrants being welcomed and teaming up. And what about those pants?!
Nearby Sarnia has always intrigued us as a possible base. Reminds me of Windsor with its international shipping river and bridge. Also fish hatchery and commemorative bricks. Hmmm..
But the major event this week was my annual car binge. On the drive over to Bothwell, got sidetracked by a Ford dealer showing ---- duh --- classic Fords, all models and ages. What an appetizer!
But the main course was in Bothwell, the biggest gathering of cars in Canada ---- about 5,000 cars and ten times that in spectators. So much eye candy my eyeballs have to be repacked. I burned out my camera's battery, but here are some impressions...
Best-In-Show? Pat waffled between a 1928 full-dress Buick vs. a sweet 1954 Ford woody wagon. For me, a hundred red ragtops vs. this ultra-rare yellow Studebaker Lark. Stay tuned, there may be space in the barn for something new next week...
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