(Deliberate spelling of FORE WORD, by the way.)
Felled by disease, again.
After unearthing a dormant Mountain virus last September, it has been a steady cycle of colds, flu, pneumonia (with a touch of food poisoning) ending with seasonal allergies and the occasional spike of the aforementioned affections. (Not to mention the stress incurred as a direct result of neighbours.) More on this later. By mid month, I found myself laid low by a bizarre flu that made its way through everyone in Cubicle Land. This is what happens when you travel outside Ontario.
Looking outside on this Autumn-like August day, I see leaves of yellow and orange (most of them already on the ground). At the time of writing, it was overcast and cool. Have we experienced summer at all in Ontario?
Many bloggers offer up an apology for their absence and indeed there are moments when you feel you've missed some critical, non-existent deadline. Panic sets in-what are you going to do with the three thousand pictures you took thus far? I offer no apology, just excuses; one of them being the loss of my little black book which was quite a setback. Almost like Hemingway! It's fair to say I've saved tens of thousands of dollars in therapy through writing. But let's not bring the dogs into this too early.
Back on track and if for no other reason than mental exercise, I shall post again! (Index-finger pointed skyward for effect.) Plus, I'd like to get rid of the piles of crap taking up real-estate in the office-bits of notes, leaflets, maps and detritus. Where is the latter half of The Cross-Country Trek? Foodie notes, experimental libations, people watching, and the ever popular borderline rant are just sitting there.
Now, where was I?
Tuesday, 8 July 2014
Stones date from mid 19th.
Steep grounds. Bring good shoes.
The shady East Yard.
|Fanny, died in infancy.|
|The Carnie family.|
|Robert, aged 29.|
|Nancy, aged 15.|
|You don't have to buy granite.|
|The West Yard|
|Rear of church.|
Friday, 18 April 2014
After an exhausting week, I slept through Art Crawl so made up for it by taking in a mini crawl of my own the next day. The weather breaks and pansies appear. Nice to see flower boxes appearing along the street.
First stop was McCartney and Son where they have added a line of organic ice cream to the menu. Went with ginger and chai. Delicious. Took refuge in the park which afforded a fine view of men in kilts; a wedding was in full swing and the bagpipes provided a pleasant soundtrack. Not a fan of the pipes?
My quest for seven inch cake tins took me to Chris' Store Fixtures. Browsers paradise.
Christ Church Anglican where the Toronto Mendelssohn Choir were in town. Lovely voices.
Very Anne Tyler...
Old painted signage.
The Futbale Club
Then on to Charred for Matzah Ball soup. Very fragrant, nicely seasoned.
And no meal would be complete without a Paleta. This time it's chocolate almond.
More street art...
|The Federal Building|
|The Hydro Building|
|Hydro Building II|
|James Street-a little TLC required.|
|If we could do something about the fire escape...|
To the core where the soundtrack changed to the clarinet. Still battling this eyesore...
|The Bell Building|
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
|"Ripe plums are falling..." Although I suspect these are apples.|
|Leslie, Newmarket-long & winding|
|A tidy front porch|
|Quaker Cemetery-Newmarket-heavy flurries|
|Order I-Niagara Region|
|Chaos I-old orchard|
|Chaos II-old vineyard in flurries|
|Ubiquitous Canada Geese|
|Behold the forest!|
|Farm-Kirk Rd. Hamilton|
|Blackheath blue skies|
|more geese-Grand River-Caledonia|
|The old mill|
|Grand River-storm damage I|
|Storm damage II|