To celebrate, here’s a picture of a barn.
Apparently, Canadian thanksgiving commemorates an English chap who went exploring in 1578, lost most of his team, somehow made it back alive and was fed vast quantities of turkey until he regained his strenth. Sort of.
More importantly, it’s ridiculously sunny. 25c. Outdoors smells like the South of France.
And I saw a chipmunk today. Like a stretched out mouse with a tail and go-faster stripes. Move too quickly to photograph…