Autumn 2010

Our own highly selective “picks” of just some of the things that make life such a distinctive pleasure here in the hills.

Before there were boards and commissions and tribunals and official plans, and before there were consultants and mission statements and surveys and regulations and codes, the local municipal council handled almost everything. And fast.

As winter approaches, the last of summer’s abundant greens start to droop and suffer from cool fall evenings. Fortunately, the season of root vegetables comes to the rescue.

Closing the divide between farm and plate: I grew up believing that my part of the Niagara Escarpment wasn’t much good for farming. Gord McArthur sees things differently.

Headwaters Sketchbook — A rainy day in October, a good day to open treasure boxes and dream of summers past or plan a winter holiday on tropical beaches.

For a number of years, I donned my corporate attire, got in my car in the dark, slipped a thermal carafe of coffee into the holder, and headed south to the city for work. I didn’t mind the commute, I told myself. In fact I enjoyed it. It was time to think. Time alone. Time to decompress. Then along came baby.

Ken Weber’s regular feature, including Six More Buttons Needed! Chuck’s Bus. Silas Renarm. What Am I? Primrose Reunion. And the Almost Perfect Armoured Car Heist.