|Relaxing on the porch with coffee and the Globe and Mail|
The picture on the left (below) appeared on my blog in May and is of my mom and me when I was 2 1/2 years old. I said then that I had no idea where the picture was taken; my dad responded with the information that we were in a rest stop on the Parkway, somewhere east of Gananoque, with the St. Lawrence in the background.
|Sarah and the St. Lawrence River|
|The frog pond: healthy but not enough water|
As I mentioned yesterday, much of Saturday revolved around Art Fayre - at least the daylight hours. While we were there, Sarah and I also spent some time wandering around the grounds of the Glengarry Pioneer Museum, exploring the various exhibits and buildings that didn't house the art show. At one point our friend Mac showed us his Lambretta scooter (I posted a video about it yesterday) and I snapped off a couple of "pin-up" shots of Sarah with the bike before Mac rode off on it. They were all good, but this one (at left) is easily my favourite!
One of the buildings on the grounds housed a collection of old winter transportation modes, including skis, skates, showshoes and sleighs. (Only after typing all that out did I realize how alliterative the old winters were. Makes me wonder why!) I particularly liked the sounds of the "team bells" on one of the sleighs and I took a very short video of Sarah ringing them:
After we left Art Fayre we headed over to Brenda and Mac's place to meet their various animals, which included a couple of cats named Murph and Smudge (pretty sure I'm not spelling the second name correctly), a dog named Betty, and two donkeys named Bob and Donald, to whom we happily fed some apple pieces through the fence (Bob is the smaller, darker donkey):
|Sarah feeding Bob|
|Bonfire in the old barn|
|Cryptic Crossword Corner|
|Rhapsody in Green|
From there we were homeward bound, through 6 hours of driving rain which - of course - neither fell on our neighbourhood in East York nor (more disappointingly) filled Sarah's mom's well. All it managed to do was make our trip home a lot harsher than it needed to be. But when we did arrive home, after over 1300 km of total driving since Friday morning, and were greeted by a very affectionate kitty, we forgot all about the trials of the journey and started thinking about when we could go on our next road trip. Because what's a summer without road trips?