That is so very Canadian! I was meeting my friend under very crisp cool and gray Ottawa clouds at the Cumberland Harvest Market, and she texted me: Park by the cornfields. The assumption being, I know what a cornfield looks like. Being Canadian, I was up to the task.
It reminds me of travelling in Africa, where all the cars would park under the one tree in the parking lot, hoping for shade. Parking as a cultural event.
The market was exactly a replica of several episodes of Midsommer Murders. Except there were no horses. There were hounds. I don’t know if a dead body was found today, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
