The view east was broken clouds most of the way. We were treated to a rainbow at 40,000 ft.
As we neared Toronto, the sky glowed.
When we landed I took some interesting photos of the lights. Considering how fast a camera shutter is, the photo shows the vibration as you hit the tarmac.
In the morning we headed north, dark skies opened up and we had a pleasant trip.
In the morning we headed north, dark skies opened up and we had a pleasant trip.The autumn colour was just starting to show ...
The silhouette of elm trees was once common. Fifty years ago, the elm tree disease wiped out most trees. However, they are developing resistant strains.
There are still a few of the old rail fences with wild flowers scattered in the meadows.
There are lots of artist's studio to visit, with tidy gardens and fascinating fungi growing on the trees. Oh, and they had wonderful pottery as well - but it is too heavy to take home on the plane.
We paused in Forest Grove and admired their buildings.
On the shore of the Georgian Bay, we walked along the channel.
It was a little windy!
Each of the towns we were to visit were 'visitor friendly'. The main streets were celebrated as the 'old town'. A few days later, we visited the Tom Thompson Gallery. It is small, but has an interesting collection of small paintings that were donated by his siblings.
From Owen Sound, we headed east to Meaford, also on the bay and had a lovely dinner.
The silhouette of elm trees was once common. Fifty years ago, the elm tree disease wiped out most trees. However, they are developing resistant strains.There are still a few of the old rail fences with wild flowers scattered in the meadows.There are lots of artist's studio to visit, with tidy gardens and fascinating fungi growing on the trees. Oh, and they had wonderful pottery as well - but it is too heavy to take home on the plane.We paused in Forest Grove and admired their buildings.
On the shore of the Georgian Bay, we walked along the channel.
It was a little windy!Each of the towns we were to visit were 'visitor friendly'. The main streets were celebrated as the 'old town'. A few days later, we visited the Tom Thompson Gallery. It is small, but has an interesting collection of small paintings that were donated by his siblings. 
From Owen Sound, we headed east to Meaford, also on the bay and had a lovely dinner.
4 H club is alive and well here. Also, there were small horses and proud teams pulling wagons. 
Back at the fairground there was a bake sale, quilt show and lots of crafts. Outside displays included some farm machinery from past years. My dad would have liked the one below. An engine supplies power for a wood splitting machine. 
My husband loved this hand-built motorcycle with the hand crafted donkey sitting on the front fender.
When we attended the fairs in the 'good old days', horses pulled heavy weights. Today it is the tractor pull that wins bragging rights for the year. The heavy trailer ran on wheels until the tractor started to pull and then it slowly lowered to create drag. When the tractor had met its limit, the stack would be puffing, the back wheels spinning and the front ones balancing off the ground.
My cousin Garnet and his wife Inez drove us around the area. One stop was the family farm my mom had grown up on. The buldings are gone.
The area is known as Revanna.
The school has been changed into a house. 
A broken window in an old church tells of change.
One thing I learned about Inez is that she is also a quilter! She does beautiful hand quilted bedcovers and teaches at the local store.
Flesherton is another charming little town, with a store that covers mailing a letter, buying food and picking up a bottle. This mural is on the side of the store.
This church is resurected as the Osprey Museum.
My cousin has a garage where he rebuilt a 1923 Ford Roadster for his daughter to ride to her wedding.
Inez has her special place as well. Her garden is called 'Memory Lane' because she has incorporated objects like her grandchildren's bike and other toys. Unfortunately, the photos were too shaded. But, some flowers stuck there heads up in the sunshine.
A family treasure is this small bible from the second world war. The hole is said to be a bullet hole that saved the soldier's life. The bible was in his breast pocket.
She played the organ at St. Mary's Anglican church. This may have been the one!
My grandparents are laid to rest in the church graveyard.
And, of course ... we stop for quilt stores!
I'm hoping I haven't mixed up some of these small towns. In earlier years, the typical town consisted of a post office, hardware, car/machinery repair, food store and possibly a church. The elder farmers often retired to small houses in the town.
