12 weeks today!

That's how long I've been in the lovely town of Fisherville. It's hard to believe! So much has happened since I last wrote that I hardly know what to say first. And I know that no matter how much I write, I am still going to forget things I so wish that I could share. Guess I'll just do my best...
Fisherville may be a small town, but as I've been hearing from more and more people as the weeks go by, that I've done and seen more cool things than a lot of people who have been living here their entire lives. Guess the newcomer's eyes just see differently...
So here are a few things I've been up to in the recent weeks:

Making bread -- a wonderful lady from church had me over a few weeks ago, and instilled a love for fresh bread in me, along with the skills to make my own! I've been making it every Monday (my glorious day off) since then.

I flew a plane -- a middle aged man from church has a little 2 seater plane in a hanger (storage spot) about 45 minutes from Fisherville. When I learned this, I mentioned that if he ever needed a passenger, he knew who to call! He took me flying a couple of weekends later. Last Saturday, actually. We headed out early in the morning, and flew north to Collingwood, which is on a southern bay of Lake Huron, and had brunch there. I have never seen such beautiful fall colours in my entire life. Looking down, with the sky so clear and blue, the sun seemed to set fire to the patches of trees between the fields in their spectacular yellows, oranges and reds. Lake Huron was so clear and greeny blue, it could have easily been a tropical ocean. But perhaps the best part of it all, was that Terri (the pilot) let me fly the plane. I had complete control for a solid half an hour during the return trip. There are few things I've experienced in my life cooler than the feeling of controlling an aircraft. I can't even describe how awesome that was.

I drove a combine-- That's what you use for harvesting crops, in case you didn't know. It's a mammoth machine. And it was awesome. A few people were a little jealous when they found out. But the opportunity came up, so I went for it. It was kind of like mowing a huge lawn. Of soybeans.

I learned to make grape juice -- that was actually the evening after I got back from flying with Terri. The pastor's wife had me over, and we made juice...and jelly, actually, but the juice was th exciting part for me...from a bunch of concord grapes from a local market. It takes 6 weeks for the juice to be ready, so I've got a bunch of jars juicing away in my cupboard as we speak!

I went to a guernsey banquet -- what on earth is that, you ask? Well. My good friend, Amy, is the president of the Young Farmers...which is a national organization...of young farmers, I suppose. Anyway, she was involved in hosting this banquet for the guernsey club that includes our county and the surrounding ones. This club, as best as I could figure, participates in shows throughout the year on various regional and national levels, with their guernsey cows. So yes, the banquet was attended by Amy's family, a whole slew (like 5) families of guernsey farmers, a bunch of elderly people who came to support the club...and perhaps because there was a phenomonal turkey dinner served, and an adorable country band that provided waltzing and square dancing tunes following the meal....and there was me. It was definitely an interesting experience. It kind of reminded me of a family reunion in some ways. The dancing especially. It was pretty old school. But it was great. I did get to waltz a couple of times with some people who knew Amy's family...none of the younger people really danced. Probably didn't know the steps. Well I certainly didn't either, and I'm sure the old people who were watching got their week's amusement watching me realize that what they called a "waltz" was pretty far off anything I've ever been taught as having that name. Again, though, it was truly a lot of fun. Not something you see in the city, that's for sure!

So there are a few things I've been up to. I know there are more. So you'll hear from me again I'm sure. If I don't write for a while, I welcome you to email me and ask me to put something up! I don't have a clue how many people even read this. But there you have it. And I fear I must now end this post. I'm due to meet my lovely tennis partner at the courts in about 12 minutes. And they are 10 minutes away. Until next time! :)

Little thing: Sat outside on the lawn and read in the warm sunshine. How often can you say that at the end of October??