Fall is my favourite time of year. Summer has its moments, of course. But I’ve always loved that late September through mid-October time of year when the leaves start changing colours and you can walk around with a light jacket or big sweater and it’s still sunny but not sweating-out-of-your-ass hot, you know? It seemed like fall went by in the blink of an eye this year. Bummer. Already it’s snowed here in Toronto and most mornings last week I thought my face was going to freeze off on my walk to the subway. I’m refusing to wear a winter coat until the temperature is locked on below -5 for at least a week. I’m stubborn and stupid that way. For now, my fall coat will have to do. And maybe I’ve got some mittens tucked away in my pocket. And a hat. And I’m likely wearing 2 pairs of socks.
Just before Halloween some friends and I drove out to St. Jacobs to hit up the main (and very busy) farmers market as well as the (much quieter and shockingly affordable and well organized/clean) antiques market across the road. Growing up my parents and I had a cottage nearby, so this special place holds a lot of memories for me. It was just as lovely as I remembered, albeit there were far fewer Mennonites. I stocked up on chutney and apples and ate some amazing pierogies. Was super tempted by all the meats and other food for sale but I’ve pretty much stopped pretending that I know how to cook.
Here are a few photos from the day.