He is incapable of a truly good action
who finds not a pleasure in contemplating the
good actions of others.
Johann Kasper Lavater
A large field of hay was cut on Monday night. The forecast was supposed to be nothing but clear skies with a slight chance of rain. Once again my theory came into play “Cut it, and it will rain” at least this year. Yes indeed on Tuesday morning it rained and rained, then as quick as it came it retreated. I am positive, only to return just about the time we get the hay turned over to dry.
I decided since I could not do anything about the weather I would take advantage of the unexpected chunk of time. I took the long drive to Kingston Ontario. I have always loved this place situated on Lake Ontario where the limestone buildings and historical charm attract visitors from all over the world.
I parked my vehicle in one of the many parking lots and dropped my loonies into the slot. I thought 3 hours would give me plenty of time to explore the little shops and have a bit of lunch before heading back down the highway to fret over that wet hay lying in our fields.
As luck would have it, and after slowly strolling down to the waterfront I stumbled upon the Farmer’s Market. I love Farmers Markets; there is always something for everyone. This time of year there are fresh veggies and fruits to satisfy every palate. There was local maple syrup, and honey. Baked goods of every description had me drooling so I treated myself to a cranberry blueberry scone from the Wolfe Island Bakery vendor.
While walking around munching on it I found many other surprises. Interesting jewellery designs grabbed my attention. I fell in love with a booth full of handmade skirts all hanging on racks in a variety of patterns and colours. The talented seamstress and I talked about the arts and how difficult it is to make money even if you are one of a kind. The box stores selling knockoffs for next to nothing make it hard to justify your price even with the quality to shoppers. It is true, art of any kind is a hard sell in those times of economic slumps.
I wandered through the market, along the waterfront and then down the back streets admiring how the city of Kingston has retained it archeological history over the generations. I thought about the architects whom I like to refer to as artists of long ago, who had designed the buildings. I admired the skills of the tradesmen who knew they were building something that would stand the test of time. Their skills and hard labour would not go unnoticed by generations of people moving to and visiting this beautiful city.
Oh yes sometimes rainy days away from the farm will remind you just how much work and the belief that it took, and still takes to build those places we call home.
I really have to get away from the farm more often in the summer. It seems that I have been missing a lot.
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