It was a special mission we had before us this morning with all we three in the Subaru heading off to a place north of London Ontario to look at an RV. NO, not for us, but for a couple of RV friends who are currently out of the country but will soon be returning to Canada. The RV is for sale and the couple wondered if Kelly and I could slip over, take some pictures, and have a look at it for them. It turned out to be a really nice sunny Saturday morning for our purposeful road excursion. The Class B Airstream RV was located on a farm southeast of Ilderton Ontario and we didn't have any problem finding it. We were met by a couple of nice older folks (brother and sister) who showed us around the van. I took a bunch of pictures and after a wee chat with the nice folks we were on our way in about half an hour. Nice morning for a road trip so we headed back through Ilderton and picked up a couple sandwiches and coffee to go. Kelly hadn't seen a quaint little place west of Ilderton that Pheebs and I had stumbled across a couple years ago called Coldstream. So, off we headed for a drive through the place and a looky see. From quaint little Coldstream I decided on a well traveled country road heading north, so off we went in the basic direction of Bayfield. Needless to say I got us temporarily lost but that's always the fun of doing things like that on nice weather days like these. Kelly remarked how nice it was to be going somewhere and doing something that didn't involve medical appointments for a change. I wholeheartedly agreed. Following my inner compass we finally blundered upon a little place called Arkona and from there we knew our way home. Shucks, I was kinda hoping we could have stayed lost for a bit longer. From Arkona, we headed northwest through Thedford and later reaching Grand Bend we knew of a place there that makes the greatest of ever Morning Glory muffins. So, it was at the Highway Girl Cafe' we stopped for two muffins to go. Wished I had taken a picture of my muffin but I gobbled it up so fast there wasn't even a pile of crumbs left wandering around to photograph. And Kelly knew enough not to hand me her muffin for a picture because she knew I was liable to hand it back to her with a great big bite out of it!! From Grand Bend, we headed north up highway 21 through Bayfield and the final short stretch home. How great it was today to get out and about, do something helpful, see some new scenery, stir up a little excitement by not knowing where we were for half an hour, and then topping that off with a tasty five-pound Morning Glory muffin. Okay, maybe not that heavy but when you pick one up the word 'heavy' will pop into your mind. There's sure a lot of yummy ingredients in one of them there square muffins. We were home shortly before 2 p.m. And a good time was had by all:)) I THINK THERE IS A BUMBLY BEE WRAPPED UP IN THAT VETCH FLOWER SOMEWHERE
AT ILDERTON'S TIM HORTONS COFFEE SHOP PHEEBS WAITS ANXIOUSLY FOR MOM'S RETURN |
YAY, HERE SHE COMES WITH THE GOODIES:))) |
AT GRAND BEND'S HIGHWAY GIRL CAFE' I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, 'HOLY SMACKERS IS THAT CAR EVER YELLOW' |
A SUNNY BUT COOL LATE AFTERNOON WALK AROUND THE PARK'S POND
I THINK THIS MIGHT BE A KIND OF VETCH FLOWER |
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother’s house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When Little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away. “Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer,” said his mother. “I don’t need to,” the boy replied. “Of course, you do,” his mother insisted. “We always say a prayer before eating at our house.” “That’s at our house,” Johnny explained. “But this is Grandma’s house and she actually knows how to cook!” FLOWERS BESIDE OUR PARK'S MAILROOM
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When my 14-year-old son, Patrick, stepped up to the plate during a Colt League baseball game, the young announcer declared, "Now batting, the right fielder, number 12, Pathogen!" After some confusion in the stands, the announcer came back on over the loudspeaker. "Sorry folks, that's PAT Hogan!"
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Being out and about without medical appts is a treat,I agree with Kelly Have a good night-Mary
ReplyDeleteThat song brings back such sweet memories of my first love.
ReplyDeleteLike Mary, I agree, going anywhere without medical appointments is a treat.
ReplyDeleteBe Safe and Enjoy!
It's about time.
For some reason, your blog isn't showing up in my lists of updated blogs. Hmmmm, wonder why. Must check it out.
ReplyDeleteThat song always reminds me of my uncle sent off to Viet Nam. He was in the Navy and they told Grandma he was stationed elsewhere. When his letters came, censored, she knew but didn't let on.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Everyone put S.W.A.K. on the back of the envelopes of cards & letters we sent. Thanks for the memory, Al. Glad you had a wonderful day.
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