What would the world be like without the discovery of wagons? I have fond memories dating back to my earliest years. I used see farmers at this time of year hauling their harvested crops. Horses pulled their load. I remember the milkman delivering our daily milk in the beaches area of Toronto. He used a horse drawn wagon right up to the late 1950's. I reflect back on those days as I stare at this wagon ornament on my ledge. I wish it were filled with a huge bouquet of local fall flowers. Currently it holds this Burbury container filled with a harvested product that I'm not very fond of. But I love the man who owns it and that matters the most. He shares my passion for wagons. During our old farm days he used to let us take turns driving the tractor that pulled our very used and old hay wagon through the fields with us on it.. He would guide Buddy when it was his turn at the wheel. They were a great team. They still are.
Fall reminds me of wagons and farms and fairs. We will be going to the fall fair soon and we'll visit the wagons on display. It's a family fun thing we like to do. How about you? Got any wagon tales to share?