A Detour

Sometimes when I’m writing it seems like things magically come together. It’s probably not magic but rather the fact that most of my brain is obsessed with a topic so I just find myself seeking it out wherever I happen to be.

Earlier this summer my family and I were out and about and we took a detour because a sign said pretty much: This way to covered bridge. We discovered this amazing historic site–a bridge built in 1881 in West Montrose. It’s now one of the only covered bridges in Ontario and, according to the blue information sign, was built because horses much preferred to cross covered bridges since they weren’t distracted or spooked by the sight of water down below their hooves. Pretty neat since Let’s Go!: The Story of Getting from There to Here is all about transportation history.



But as if that wasn’t enough, just after I took those photos I heard a clip-clopping that could only be horse’s hooves. It was a surreal moment as I wondered briefly what century I had entered when I crossed the bridge. I watched and listened in awe as a horse and buggy trotted across the bridge and carried on down the road.


It almost seemed a shame that I had to drive away in a car. Almost….

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Down the Lane

This morning I was greeted by the first serious glimpse of winter. I love the look of this first snowfall. It’s all so new. Here are the photos I took. It wasn’t a sunny day but at least it’s not all that cold.

A lane always seems to have so many possibilties. I grew up reading L.M. Montgomery who probably gave me my love of lanes. Anne (from Anne of Green Gables) was always imagining all sorts of magical things related to lanes. Kinda easy to see why.
Here is the lane earlier this fall.

I have to remind myself to wander down a lane every now and then. A story just might lurk beyond the next bend.
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As seen with my own eyes

Have you ever had a moment when you notice something so ordinary and yet so, oh…what’s the word?
fascinating?
evocative?
quintessential?
I had a moment like that recently. I was waiting for my daughters’ tap class to finish and I was sipping a mighty excellent brew of Numi ginger tea (because I was way past my daily coffee quota). I glanced over at another mom and saw she had one of those cheese string single packets peeking jauntily out of the back pocket of her jeans, like it just belonged there, ready to be whipped out to fulfill its destiny at a moment’s notice. Fascinating….but then again I was also suffering from a nasty head cold.

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The Creepy Tree

This tree is near the end of my driveway. I’m not a big fan of caterpillar nests, and actually they usually give me a serious case of the creeps. But this was spooky and beautiful and weird all in its own way.
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