in march, i made the somewhat questionable decision to enrol in the summer semester of my masters program; there was a class that i really wanted to take on offer, and, as a part-time student, i’m allowed to take courses in three out of four semesters. in fact, whether or not i take a class, i pay for the privilege of having the option of taking three classes a year, so not enrolling in three semesters is a big rip-off.
here we are, three weeks into the six-week semester (summer’s a shortened semester — i go twice a week for three hours instead of once a week for twelve weeks) and i want to go back to march and punch my efficiency-obsessed, economically minded self in the mouth. i desperately, desperately do not want to be preparing a presentation on school gardens over the long weekend in august. like everyone else, i’d like to be at a cottage or on the beach, reading harry potter for the twelfth time.
instead, i’m going to have to settle for casting my mind back to the second week of june, before summer school, when pierre and i took one of our not-infrequent trips to prince edward county. (for some good antiquing tips, check out this blog from 2011, and for the best place to stay, check out this blog from 2012.)
on the way there, we stopped in brighton, to visit this amazing place. it’s coffee, giant cookies, and antiques, people. we bought a rug (my third that day, but more on that later), ate some grilled cheese, and split a giant cookie. and thanks to my sister-in-law for the reco!
first glass of wine of the week from closson chase, and a turn about the grounds revealed that their lavender didn’t survive the winter either.
amazingly, the only thing i purchased all week (besides wine) was the aforementioned rug, and a birthday gift for my brother (a discontinued, metal ontario parks and rec sign to show where hunting was permitted).
with a cooperage in the backyard.
and our rustic lodgings for the week…
rustic, but with a view… our small beach out front of the cabin. pierre actually jumped into the water to rescue a baby bird of prey that fell from its nest. we named him prince and he dried out on our deck all afternoon.
in an effort to work off all the wine, we undertook a 50 km bike ride with the bloomfield bicycle club, a few days into our vacation. not on these bikes, thank god (we borrowed some $3,000 road bikes…) but my thighs quivered in fear upon seeing these in jim and dave’s antiques, a quick pit stop on our way home to toronto.
i love the county — my mantra as i try and get through the next three weeks of school.
on the way:
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23 main street, brighton
jim and dave’s antiques
22233 loyalist parkway, carrying place
1243 greer road, wellington
1152 greer road, wellington
561 danforth road, wellington
tall poppy café
298 main street
280 main street
east and main
270 main street
bloomfield bicycle co.
225 main street
66 gilead distillery
66 gilead road
slickers ice cream
271 main street
1149 west lake road, picton