I had a beautiful weekend in spite of my autumnal hating ways. Every now and then I have to grudgingly admit that fall has some redeeming qualities, and it did its best to win me over this weekend.
I know a lot of fall babies and they are a wonderful bunch. The flirty and charming Libra’s are delightful and the deep as the ocean Scorpios intrigue me to no end. We celebrated my lovely Libra friend’s birthday this weekend by watching an amazingly creative puppet show at the Factory Theatre. On my list of horrifying things, puppets rank pretty high. My expectation, of course, is that they will come to life and pursue me with their clicking wooden feet and clumsily waving arms. Awful. Despite my anxiety, however, it was a creative and surprisingly moving show. We followed it up with a backyard bonfire with sparkling gin and tonics, and cheese drizzled with molasses, which was unexpectedly scrumptious. It made for a cozy and lovely gathering, just as a birthday celebration should be.
The following day The Sweetie and I went for a hike along the Bruce Trail among crisp technicolour leaves. Not being blessed with coordination, balance or hiking skills, I managed to leap feet first into a river as The Sweetie hopped nimbly from rock to rock, staying dry as a bone. I felt like a rosy cheeked wilderness adventurer, albeit a wet, cold-footed one.
The weekend was a fine one, even for a fall hating curmudgeon.