History and Geography

At the weekend we attended a local historical society meeting, held at a well-known farmstead high on a hill. In fact, it seems to have been the original farm in the town, and naturally has a fascinating history. In the mid-1700's, the farmer's wife was abducted by Indians and taken into Canada and held for ransom. Eventually she was returned to her family. In truth, she found captivity more to her liking than living with her rough spouse, and would have stayed in the North if she hadn't had children who needed her.

The lecturer told us about the various owners and shared his own boyhood memories of helping out with the haying on the place and swinging on the swing (still there!) in the big old barn. Afterwards, we enjoyed an ice cream social and had the chance to wander about.

There were two turkeys in an overgrown field. (One was camera shy!)



I realised, gazing at the distant hills and mountains from our high vantage point, that one was extremely familiar--our Cottage on the Big Lake faces it.



It was like recognising a beloved friend from across the room, only in this instance, we were some twenty miles apart.

At the Big Lake, we've got mountains in the front yard. At the Lodge on the Little Lake, we have a mountain in our backyard. Actually, part of of back yard is the mountain. We own a chunk of it, up to the top.

In the garden, my favourite poppy is in bloom.



And on the deck, so is my banana shrub.



Later today I'm headed to a city. I think I'll be spending a little bit of money, some of it on books, some on clothes, some on dog toys. Last week a nice check arrived for foreign sales. The bulk of it goes into the bank but I'm skimming a little bit off the top for necessities!