It was a few minutes shy of 9 a.m. when the expected burgundy van rolled around the corner and picked me up. Yep, it was Richard alright and it was his turn to drive for a twice-monthly country road coffee tour. Wasn't long and we were armed with two Tim Horton coffees with a couple carrot-cake muffins to go and heading north out of Clinton. And what a beautiful early Autumn day it was for the first day of October. Another couple hours well spent as we leisurely cruised around over hill and dale through our beautiful rural countryside. Just a great time of year to be out and about.
Taking a few bird pics through our sunroom windows I noticed the photos appeared a little drab. Had a closer look at the windows and 'yep' they needed cleaning. Forty minutes later the windows were sparkling as well as the living room windows. Cleaning windows is not one of my favorite things but sometimes we just have to do things we would rather not do. Actually, I'm not very good at doing that either.
|THIS LITTLE NUTHATCH WAS JUST TOO FAST FOR ME|
|THIS SECTION OF TRAIL WAS ONCE PART OF OUR OLD WALKING PATH THROUGH THE FOREST UNTIL THE BULLDOZERS CAME AND NOW IT IS ALL GROWN IN....BUT WE WENT THROUGH HERE ANYWAY|
|THAT CLUMP OF PURPLE ASTERS ARE THE SAME CLUMP OF ASTERS BELOW|
|AT LEAST THIS PART OF OUR MAGICAL FOREST HASN'T BEEN DESTROYED YET|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( At the urging of his doctor, Bill moved to Texas. After settling in, he met a neighbor who was also an older man. “Say, is this really a healthy place?” “It sure is,” the man replied. “When I first arrived here I couldn't say one word. I had hardly any hair on my head. I didn't have the strength to walk across a room and I had to be lifted out of bed.” “That's wonderful!” said Bill. “How long have you been here?” “I was born here.”
A pig and a chicken were walking by a church where a charity event was taking place. Getting caught up in the atmosphere, the pig suggested to the chicken that they each make an offering. “Great idea!” the chicken replied. “Let's offer them ham and eggs!” “Not so fast,” said the pig. “For you, that's an offering. For me, it's a sacrifice.”