Lawn Bowlers

This morning I walked down to the Old Power Dam. I spent most of my time collecting garbage, while the cats watched. (Though Maribel did try to catch a chipmunk, who was lightning quick and left her behind on the lower branches of a tree.) Afterwards, I rode my bicycle to the cemetery, as I had not watered the flowers in several days. I discovered that a Maple tree near the gravesite had dropped its leaves already. I also found a bee that I gently poked. But just like summer, its time was at an end. I then rode along the river and through the park. When I reached Queen Street I stopped and took a photo of the mural that is outside on the wall of the Mexican Restaurant. It is lovely.

Across the street is a white clapboard building that was once the library. When I was growing up it was used as a clubhouse for the lawn bowlers, who were all elderly folk. I also took a photo of the front door of the United Church, which has a pretty cross above it.

When I reached the Salvation Army Thrift Store, I locked up my bicycle and went inside. I nearly bought a skull with a kerchief on its head, (like how a pirate wears it.) But I left it behind. But if it’s still there on my next visit, I will purchase it and hang up beside my Chinese Dragon. I then stopped for a coffee and chatted with my friend Randy, who was wearing a hat that had the words Make America Great Again printed on it, and which we both thought was funny. I left him after a short while and rode over to Via Ciclante, to put some air in my bike tires. Then I stopped at the bank. Just outside on the sidewalk, the town has installed a proper post for securing bikes to. Which is nice.