DOWN ALONG THE ROCKY SHORE

Young family members are marrying and setting up homes . Yarn in baskets waits to be worked into afghans. 

A new generation of small children to knit and sew for and a cupboard with yarn and fabric. 

Small pieces of vintage furniture collected for the purpose wait to be restored and may or may 

not have a place of honour in a new home. 

Fall is almost upon us . Beautiful country drives are all around.Not far distant, in the opposite direction from the City, views are spectacular. 

On a recent Friday evening , daughter Heather and grandson Adam and I drove to Orangeville Fairgrounds to enjoy the RCMP Musical Ride. Out past Kettleby, through Pottageville,up 

to Schomberg and across hills and valley fields of harvest with well-maintained farm properties. 

It was a warm evening. The air was filled with scents of variety. Colours in the fields were precisely 

differentiated by ripening grain and produce. Fields of sunflowers nodded their heads in friendly greeting as we passed by. 

Stands of trees or a solitary shape outlined  the horizon. 

On the way home the sun was setting.

We used country roads, mostly paved, passing through, here and there ,small clusters of neat 

homes nicely separated by owners choice from the rest of humanity. 

The evening's event was a fund-raiser for a helping program for young people. The turn-out was

 very successful. 

The drive was a trip down memory lane except for obvious signs of greater affluence.

In the midst of goodwill, beauty, apparent tranquillity, abundance, joy and peace, it would 

be easy and  probably advisable to detach oneself from all the rest. 

My grandson Myles and Mary, have a new girl child this week. Number four in less than four years. She weighs 7lbs 14ozs. She has large strong hands. Her name is Neala. She will take her rightful place with all the rest. 

Certainly I could turn my back on the political clamour. Who has more right? 

I've never been more tempted and there are options galore. 

But....I think not.