What a Weekend!

Painting the dining room, driving all over Simcoe, Woodstock, St. Mary's and all the wonderful little villages in between made our weekend exciting and fun. Oh and we had number one son and his wife for a great Thanksgiving dinner somewhere in there as well. We sure crowded a lot into three days.

And the weather! It made driving superb as we travelled the back roads lined with colour. From the red sumac to the unnamed riotous blue/purple flower everyone is talking about this year, and from the variegated yellows, oranges, and reds of the woods along our way, happiness was for the taking as we basked in these glories. There is really nothing like the colours of fall on a sunny day, with blue sky, treasured sunshine--because it has been so rare of late!--and the company of your one true love. This has been a full weekend of Thanksgiving.

Perhaps uppermost in my mind at the moment is the bike trip, yet again, down the Lynn Valley Rail Trail. Having nephew Mark along made the day even more fun as we watched his excitement on the ride and when we stopped above the rivers winding lazily below us and pointed out water plants luxuriating just below the surface. He was excited about the trip but really got into it when we reached Dover and found some lovely huge rocks lining the lake which held fossils of trilobites and other things there for the discovering. There is nothing like a child's sense of wonder.

When we made it back to the vehicles and the half hour trip home we were pretty tired but it was that 'good' tired. You know, the one where you have the sense of having done something awesome. Something special. Oh, what a weekend!