Queen Elizabeth was the only monarch we have ever known (OK, OK --- there is a butterfly and a Canadian car by that name). Gracious, family-oriented, and forever dedicated to the life thrust upon her. Long live the Queen! The only time I saw her in person was as Princess Elizabeth who came to my home town in 1951. We gathered in front of our school, waved the Union Jack when the limo went by, cheered, and were given a commemorative coin. Who knew what was to become of her historic 70 years as sovereign.
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Also of coincidence was we were in Stratford when we heard the news. A very English town with namesake Avon River and Shakespearean Festival. The revamped musical Chicago was non-stop dazzling song and dance, way better than expected. What talent! What kicks!
Burl's Creek is the largest automotive flea market in Canada. Hundreds of vendors but disappointingly few with car stuff. Despite walking up and down rows of displays on a sweltering day, could not find the radio I was looking for. Anybody got a '66 Mustang AM-FM?
Gladly back home up the hill, the harvest moon rose as dramatically and as mysteriously as ever. In the yard a Great Blue Heron feasted on the frog-and-fin buffet. A raccoon climbed like Spider Man. A katydid did it's autumn night sounds, joining in with the sound-alike peepers. And another first sighting: a giant dog prowling the grounds. Didn't the Queen have those cute little corgis?
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