Not my boys. Cute little precious bundles of joy boys. They belong to my brother and his wife, and the latter invited me in to the city for the afternoon to accompany them to the annual Children’s Festival. This was the last day of a four day event held on the shores of the beautiful
Seeding is progressing. We (meaning Clem and Adam) are half done. All the legumes – peas and lentils – are in, and they are trying to get going with the barley and wheat. As you may already know, it’s been a tad damp. If you didn’t know, here’s a visual. Adam has been here for
Last weekend many of my dad’s relatives gathered to bury the ashes of his uncle and aunt. Ed and Mary were the last survivors of their generation, and their deaths have prompted much introspection. I think it affected other family members as well, judging by some of the comments and topics discussed. My brother is
That doesn’t happen too often. We are usually smack dab in the busyness of seeding, and Mother’s Day is normally mostly a non-day here. I decided to switch it up a bit this year when a friend, who was planning to visit her mom in Medicine Hat, asked if I wanted to tag along and
1. Hockey is over!! The exclamation points are only because I can now do all the things that I should have been doing when I was watching, going to, or organizing hockey. It is really a rather sad time of year for me. Fortunately, like our summers, it doesn’t last long. Derek is attending a