Met with Cassandra at the Old Mill Pub in Creemore and talked about brewing and feminism. Not a bad way to spend the night!
Deer crossing the road on my morning commute. The taste of coffee and the smell of the mash in the quiet mornings. The cheerful voices of my coworkers as they come in, people I like working with. Seeing a rainbow arcing across a patch of blue sky after a dull rainy morning. The taste of a perfect butter tart from the bakery on my way home. #brewerlife #itsagoodlife #gratitudeweek2019
Snow and nope outside, warm and derp inside.
mystery knit-a-long started, with colours that remind me of the fall colours in the valley.
Came home to one, felt the need to break out the other.
Cutting it short because it’s going to look like this for the next two days. Merde.
Sierra Nevada, Thomas Creek, Funkatorium (not shown), Burial. And the Cheerwine because it was good and I’d never had it before.
Note: Again, I did not take any pictures of the lunch with Brad, preferring to experience rather than document.
The fall colours were more vivid, the mountain views more everything.
Either way, road tripping with my beloved is one of my favourite things to do.
The Canadian Power Niagara building just happened to be open while we were there. A bit mind blowing.