My yard which is an acre is wall-to-wall snowdrops and small blue flags. It is full of drunken birds and chasing mating squirrels.
And this weekend I felt like that old Amaryllis — all droopy green leaves and no bloom. No bloom at all.
So much going on in this town.
Life is full of choices, and this is my choice, made freely and openly and my rewards are other than monetary.
Well here we go sledding (with no snow) down the hill into 2016. So many changes, good and not so good. New people, new programs.
“God bless us, every one,” so said Tiny Tim at the end of Dickens' "A Christmas Carol." And when I say “God bless us, every one,” I mean every one, from animals to fish and fowl to humans and beyond.
I want to take a minute here to talk about the kindness of strangers.
Like it or not, cold weather is coming. It has to be coming, there's no more daylight saving time.
So much to write, so much needs to be said, and I’ve been unable to do much besides the brave necessities of work.
It’s like the '50s all over again, because Canada has an open immigration policy the U.S. views it as a threat.