Tuesday, 23 October 2012

I Love Markham in the Fall!


I have always loved the fall, but nothing compares to Markham in the fall.  A simple drive south on Reesor Road watching the light bounce off the orange, yellow and red leaves on the maple trees is enough to turn a grumpy mommy into a happy one.   Taking it one step further and enjoying an afternoon hiking through the trails at Rouge Park with my daughters is pure heaven. 

As it does every season, Markham has so much to offer us in the fall.  We are fortunate to have the Markham Fair, numerous local farms with pumpkin festivals, Markham Museum’s Applefest, Rouge Park hiking trails, Halloween Bash at the Paintlounge and so much more. Even a walk down Markham Main Street, with all the construction still ongoing, is a treat in the fall. 

This past weekend my sister and I took our kids to Whattamore’s for Pumpkinland and we had a blast!  When we arrived, the smell of cinnamon and spices overtook us, but we somehow managed to refrain from starting our morning with apple pie and gingerbread cookies.  The market at Whittamore’s is certainly a treat!

Once in the Fun Farm Yard, we trudged around for hours in our rainboots mining for gems, going on a wagon ride, playing on the Rock n’ Ride Horses, watching the Singing Chicken Show (still my eldest daughter’s favourite activity at Whittamore’s), winding our way through the Corn Maze and finally watching the Pumpkin Cannon Show.  We were happy witnesses to Farmer Frank breaking his 410 yard pumpkin record. 

On our way home with our bags full of fall apples and pumpkins, we finally enjoyed our gingerbread cookies.  What a great morning!

With all that Markham has to offer it’s no wonder we love our city so much.  But my favourite part of fall is still walking around our neighbourhood and kicking through the leaves with my daughters!

For more information about Whittamore’s, please visit their website: http://www.whittamoresfarm.com

Friday, 5 October 2012

The Hug


The hug comes flying at me with the energy of a five year old.

It envelopes me like a cherished duvet, soft, warm, comforting, familiar.

It wraps its arms around my neck with a loving fierceness, legs around my waist,

head snugly resting on my shoulder.

The hug tells me all I need to know.

I am her everything and she is mine.




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