October 11, 2011
This long weekend was a real Thanksgiving present to Ontarians. Sunshine, sunshine, and more sunshine spoiled us for all three days.
It was impossible to stay home even for one minute. Everybody must have realized this, and set off in different directions.
We decided to go north, where we visited a cranberry farm. I'd say I wasn't prepared to see such an unusual place. The whole time I spent there, it felt like I was in a different world, a magical place separated from the rest of reality by a row of colourful trees.
What is necessary to an artist who lives in a world of colours? More colours - of course. There should be so much of it that you can feel it on your skin and even breathe colour.
There were berries scattered on the surface of the water and berries that are still submerged in it, where they glimmer like precious rubies.
I'd like to dedicate a special mention to the turtles that swim among the berries, and also the little frogs you can find hopping about.
Yes, we drank the cider, and also tried some wine. It was absolutely enchanting.