Saturday Night
What a day! We did go to the apple picking farm and each picked one or two, but the rain forced us inside to eats pizzas first, then the best apple pie a little further away. We lingered long over that pie and coffee as we talked with Rueben and Louise, Justin’s parents. They are both teachers – he with pre-uni, she at a special school for pregnant girls and single mothers. It was 5 o’clock when we left but I imagined it was three.
The drive was about an hour and a half out of Montreal, close to the border of Vermont in N.E. USA. There the trees are losing their leaves. Today was the last day for city people to go and pick apples at orchards. It’s an annual event for some families. On sale, as well, was hot corn on the cob. Justin’s family makes this pilgrimage each year on this day.
When we got back, Robby, Justin’s third brother, was home to do his washing. They live in a spacious house with four levels and a garden.
Tonight we ate at a crowded corner cafe called Patata Patita – their specialty is little burgers made while you watch in a shop no wider than three metres and twice as long. Glenys had one, I had two; both very scrumptious. Later I will tune into the Desiring God conference – streaming live from Minneapolis. I missed John Piper’s talk last night, but watched the concluding bracket of songs.
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