Our favourite Ontario Farmers' Market is the one in downtown Brockville. Maybe it is because of its close proximity to Quebec. Quebecers have the best markets.
This market is around 80 km from where we are camping. Well worth the trip. The market vendors are imaginative and varied and the trip along the St. Lawrence River is charming. Where else do you see pickled eggs?
And, butter tarts artistically displayed?
Your mouth is watering.
Our goal was to find lunch at the market. We'd done that last year when we were camping in the area and knew there would be lots of choice. Don't these little quiches look tasty?
Flowers wrapped in butcher paper. There were quite a few vendors with sunflowers today.
I love this seller's style. He uses food grade bird seed. Lucky birds!
The arts abound at this market. Resin in charcuterie boards seems to be all the thing.
Today was the first day for sweet corn. 6 cobs came home with us. I am looking forward to having sweet corn with the meat pies we purchased at the market for supper.
You never know who you will bump into at a market. We finally decided to have pea meal bacon (me) and a sausage (Ted) on a bun for our early lunch. As luck would have it, there was a bench across from where we purchased them. We were half way through eating our lunches when I looked up and saw a familiar face. Bruce!
This is Bruce's look of anticipation. mmmm...... a date square!
On our way home we decided to venture down many of the "no exit" roads leading south towards the river. You never know what you will see down a dead end road. We were not disappointed. The scene below is a garden across the road from a massive home. I wondered what was hanging in the top windows of that little building and zoomed.....
.... and..... fish!!! Fish being dried. I wonder what that smells like?
Further east, scuba divers were diving in the rain. I guess that really doesn't matter when you are going to get wet anyway.
There were more scuba divers in Prescott where there is a Scuba Park. The picture is poor - my window was covered in raindrops.
Since the market cookies were sold out, our bodies still craved something sweet. In Prescott there is a wonderful café, Katarina's Coffee Shop. Warm cinnamon buns.
And your mouth is watering again.
Today's sponsor? The taste of cinnamon buns.
As we nibbled on our cinnamon buns, the rain kept falling around us. The flowers hanging from the light standards took on an abstract look when focusing with the camera.
But..... when the focus moved to the flowers....
It looks like he's doing bird acrobatics.
Heading eastward again, there are some nice historic structures along the way. At one time this windmill tower was a grist mill. Later on it was a lighthouse.
Looks like there's some fertilizer coming into the country. Ted thinks that this pile is urea. Do you see how small the truck and loader look? The urea had been offloaded from a ship and was being transported across the road to another huge pile.
Tomorrow, we hope to take a bateau ride on a canal much like this one. That will be a new experience for a couple of our grandkids. Can't wait!
For now, I'll close this post with a handy innovation. Creativity from the beginning to the end of this day.
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