The local fall fair went on as planned despite the fowl weather; you can't keep country folk down. We donned rain gear and trudged onwards -- afterall, the pink goat and 700 pound pig awaited!
Autumn in Canada is a magical, mystical time; the transition to the cooler season presents its own brand of beauty, and is a much loved "opening act" for winter. I thought I would share yet more glimpses of our weekend up north.
|In the pink|
|This ain't no beauty contest!|
|Why can't we come?|
|The migration begins -- overhead -- look closely.|
|A little rain didn't stop the dockside fishing|
|Autumn colours creeping in|