At the Driving Range and Ubiquitous Knitting

Sometimes after work Bruce and I go to the driving range.

No, I don't hit golf balls. But I usually grab a cup of coffee and a sweet treat. (I know, I really shouldn't. Starting tomorrow.)

So there I sit.
I can wait. I can wait for anybody. And I can wait for a long time.
But only if I have my knitting with me.

Now, to find someone to fit this...

White Houses in New Brunswick

When we were in the East I noticed that house after house was white. I'm not sure why but perhaps it's a vestiges' habit from the 1800s.