We went away this weekend.
We went all the way around to the other end of Lake Erie, to a place in New York state known for its concord grapes. In fact, it is so well known for its concord grapes that it is the home of W*lch's, maker of grape juice and jelly.
So, when we went to breakfast both mornings, the jelly was........
And the juice was.........
Then after spending the day enjoying the beauty of the countryside, with miles and miles of green, rolling slopes covered with beautifully tended grape vines, we spent time along the picturesque Erie shoreline while huge thunderheads rolled over head.
At the end of the day we settled in for a drink before dinner and I ordered a nice cold Canadian draft beer. It came in a frosty pilsner glass with.......
a great big American flag painted on the side. (?)
The next day there was an art fair in the city park. There were a lot of vendors with those little white 3 sided tents, and a lot of wind. Except for the lady with the cement garden art, everyone was trying to nail down their merchandise.
Then I started people watching:
I saw a lady with a little girl who was in a big leather chest harness.......
on a leash. (?)
I saw another lady with her little dog......
in a net covered stroller. (?)
By this time, I was trying to remember if we had somehow driven through a looking glass on the way there. It was a tedious drive at the end of workday, but I didn't remember anything like that.
So, I just found the lady with the alpaca booth and bought some yarn: