Now for something that isn’t about food. Three shadow box mini dioramas of spots that are closer to (my previous) home.
When we moved in to our house, I’d never had to garden before. I didn’t have any tools, and I had no idea how quickly things grow if left un-maintained. We had a beautiful cedar bush beside the steps to our front door that, as time went on, began to engulf the right hand rail. While I was negligent the entire time we lived there, the current owners of the house have taken care of it, and the handrail is accessible and functional once more.
Just up the street, where Thompson Rd. turns into Phipps St., is the 3.7 m train bridge. While it has slightly more clearance than the infamous 11-foot-8 bridge in North Carolina (dubbed the Can Opener Bridge), in the time we lived in Fort Erie, it claimed the tops of many vehicles. There’s nothing quite like making a detour onto the Parkway to get home because a truck misjudged its height.
Lastly, we have Lucky 7 – the corner store up the street from our former house that not only supplied late-night ice cream cones and chocolate bars, but also served as a geographic marker for friends and family coming to visit. If you see the Kit Kat sign, you’ve gone too far. While the Kit Kat sign is no more, it is how I remember Lucky 7 in my mind.