Daffodowndilly She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south windAnd curtsied up and down.She turned to the sunlightAnd shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbour:“Winter is dead.” ~ A.A. Milne When last we met here, less than a week ago, we were still in the depths of a deep…
It’s ridiculously cold here in Saskatchewan—minus 40 this morning. It doesn’t matter if you measure your temperature in Celsius or Fahrenheit, -40 is -40, and it’s cold. Darn cold. Gerry and Molly and I are sitting in the living room undercover of blankets watching the 4 Nations Face-Off Canada vs Finland hockey game. It’s the…
I stumbled across this question in something I was reading this morning and remembered that we asked it of one another a few years ago when things were dark. I don’t know about you, but I can slip into experiencing the world as dark and scary again these days if I’m not careful. This is…
A conversation with my best friend from high school on social media yesterday prompted me to give this some thought. It also kept me awake last night thinking about it. Step into the wayback machine with me and let’s visit 1976 when I was 17. Use your scholarship. Leave Princeton. Cultivate friendship. Find and follow…
The notification popped up on my screen yesterday afternoon: snowfall warning. Again. This morning, when Molly and I got up shortly after 4, the first thing I did was look out the window. Yup. The white stuff had arrived. Gerry, eternally optimistic, said, “it doesn’t look like much” when we were enjoying our morning coffee….
The stereotypical Canadian is polite and nice and, to an extent, we are both of those things. We don’t boast; we’re not brash; we don’t believe the world revolves around us. We display the Canadian flag prominently when we travel internationally because people like us. As a rule, we live contented lives in our beautiful…