Canada Day

Staffordville, Ontario. I thrifted the dress earlier this week and thought the colour was perfect for Canada Day. The label says "Sears Shift Shop".

Meg and I had a pretty perfect Canada Day. We started out the day at the herb farm. The countryside where we live is traditionally tobacco country, so it's dotted with old tobacco drying houses. Fortunately, many of the former farms are now exploring new crops and this specific farm has turned into a really successful herb farm, which is awesome, since I have this dream where I have a giant herb garden and know all the correct uses for all of the herbs. I'm working on it.

Afterwards, we made our way to one of our favourite small towns in the area, Courtland. Courtland has two fair sized antique markets and we both usually come away with some treasure. This time it was an original Diana camera, with its box, for me, and two heavenly blue Pyrex dishes for Megan.

The best part about Courtland is their bakery. It has a lot of vintage charm. The walls are painted a warm pink, and there are glass hanging lamps along the counters that give everything a soft glow and make the baked goods glisten under their glass (it's either that or the copious amounts of sugar glaze). We stopped for lunch (soup and a donut and a Coke). It really is a glutton's paradise, especially if your gluttony leans toward the bread and pastry end of things.

We drove back into the city to meet up with Sean (Meg's gentleman friend), stopping on the way to see my gentleman friend at the honey farm. He is so adorable, but I think the infatuation is a little one-sided on my part. It's hard to compete with all that sweet, green grass.

Sean joined us for a picnic in the park and then we camped out to wait for the fireworks. We waited and waited and waited until finally they turned off the lights at the ballpark and the sky became all electric with a million sparks that fell to the ground in streams of pixie dust (this according to the little girl sitting beside us).

It was worth it.