We've seen geese gathering, young gulls flying away from their rooftop homes, leaves beginning to change... and last weekend it was time for the annual Saanich Fair. This all adds up to the end of summer. It was a great one, but unfortunately the beautiful weather didn't carry on through the long weekend in September. It rained, rained, rained. We took our chances on Monday and luckily the sun managed to break out mid afternoon.
It wasn't a steam engine but it still made a good chugga-chugga-putt-putt sound, which always grabs my attention.
We stayed inside buildings during a few downpours. These onions look good enough to... well, eat.
But I'd rather eat these plums.
I became fascinated with the ribbons.
There has to be one flower picture. Many were wilting by the third day of the fair.
Photo from the glory days in Saanich. Maybe this acreage was called Broadmead Farm but in our neighbourhood we knew it as Rithet's. We kids sometimes played in the fields and I remember hiking and bird-watching there with my Dad. Later, I rode my horse on the trails between Blenkinsop and Royal Oak. In winter my fingers were so cold by the time I got home, they wouldn't function. Funny that I never got proper winter wear. Mainly, I remember the funny 'meep meep' sound of nuthatches which seemed slightly forlorn maybe because I was usually by myself. I'll always be partial to that little bird. 
One of the better paintings in the art section.
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