So what's up with the WHITE pumpkins? That takes the good right out of fall harvest colours.
Everyone knows there is no white allowed after Labour Day.
Our Gingerbread Festival is imminent. Start thinking about your creation to enter in the contest.
Summer drove away in Kerry's truck last week
This Week in Chester
Friday is the LAST Chester Farmer's Market of the year. Get to the
Train Station and load up your environmentally friendly satchel because
this is it. There is more than just food here..how about stocking up on a
few gifts? The garlic grater man has some very useful items, the wood
turning guy has some beautiful pieces or some brownies from Kate to see
you through the weekend (or morning.)
A reminder to buy your OHC 50-50 tickets. Next week's draw will take place Tuesday at the Hubbards Pharmasave @ 4pm. Next Tuesday is the OHC public meeting at the Baptist Church on King Street @ 7 pm.
Malcolm Callaway will be teaching "Painting in the Fall" classes at the Chester Art Centre
starting next week. He will guide you through the mysteries of palette,
composition, paint handling and various brush and knife techniques
through demonstrations and hands-on tutoring. You will go away with a
finished painting by the end of the five-week session. Classes are
Thursdays from 1- 4pm October 16th, 23rd, 30th and November 6th and
13th. You may register through their website.
I caught up with Paula MacDonald at Amicus Gallery
this week. A delightful gallery on Pleasant Street showcasing Nova
Scotia artists and artisans. Pottery, art work, wood creations, jewelry,
stain glass, sweaters and so much more. Stop in and check it out.
Irony at Bayer's Lake
An elderly gentleman lay sprawled across three seats in the movie theatre. An usher came by and whispered to the old man, "Sorry sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The old man didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up I'm going to have to call the manager."
Once again the old man just muttered and did not move. The
usher returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried to move
him but with no success. Finally they summoned the police.
The officer surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Fred," the old man moaned. "Where ya from Fred?" asked the officer. With a terrible grunt in his voice and without moving, he replied..."the balcony."