It's late August and the sun is drifting back southward with a crisp red corona. When fog or clouds form, the halo on the point looks biblical. Cue the ominous music?
There's seasonal cutting back among the stalks. And then there's loading up for the next litter...
Always considering somewhere else to live. How about Meaford? One of those pretty lakeside towns, but Jekyll-and-Hyde when the storms howl in.
The Salmon Derby has returned, but restricted due to you-know-what. Smaller tent, no stage shows, curbside fish dinners pick-up only, and distancing. But still a fun family event. The lineup to weigh-in was about 40 people long.
At the weigh-in the early leaders were only about 25 pounds for the salmon and 15 for trout. The eventual winners should be about 40 and 20. The fishers will be out there all week, dipping their rods in heat or rain. Here's another scene of the long lines to weigh-in.
The fall harvest includes peppers the colours of a Mexican fiesta. Before, during, after. Stuffed peppers ---- comfort food for the ebb of summer!
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