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My doorknocking efforts ended at 5:30 pm today in the dark and cold of a quiet Salt Spring evening. Today's six-hour tour took me from the southend to the northend, from Roland Rd. to Maliview. I have done all I can. Now it is up to the voters, but with all the shoe leather I have used up over the past four weeks, I like to think that there can be little question as to who has been the hardest working candidate in this election.

As I came away from the cheesery the other morning, all set for another day of doorknocking, a colleague beckoned me. I thought I was in trouble again, but instead she took me aside and thanked me for the discussions of agriculture in my campaign materials. She was particularly impressed by my treatment of the topic in my recent responses to the Driftwood. She said that she had been following this subject closely and that I was the only candidate talking about the importance of agriculture to our young families, our local economy and our tourism initiatives.

My friend John and I were doorknocking for three hours again today. Mercifully, it was a bit warmer than Wednesday. Still, the clouds suggested snow was on the way shortly. Good thing I was having my snow tires put on as we walked and knocked. Now I will be able to take voters to the polls safely if the snow hits Saturday. And at the last house on my route yesterday I came across one of our outgoing trustees and his partner. Two friendly and supportive faces answered the door. A warm and nice way to end the day. One more day of doorknocking to go!

I blogged about signs yesterday. Today, let me address another type of sign! I voted this morning in the advance poll in order to keep myself available for driving duty on Saturday. (Guess who I voted for?!) As I departed the polling station and crossed the street, a woman approaching me gave me a love tap on the shoulder and said in a firm and confident voice, "I voted for you." I take this to be a good sign and in many ways the only sign that counts!