When I arose this past morning, the sun had no intention of peeking through the heavy cloud cover…
Bits and Pieces
Inundated
The weekend previous to the time of this writing, both my phone and e-mail were inundated by…
Poetry of time
The foremost side of the handout card at the sign-in podium of the Smith Funeral Home, 1576 London…
The Eighth Year
On the 30th day of this merry month of May, it will be eight long years since my Little Lady, the…
Frequent tours
Now that the weather has warmed up, it is not uncommon for me to take advantage of Jenney, my…
Teenage memories
Long ago, teenage memories came flying back into my mind the moment I read an email that popped up…
WWOOF
Wwoof! Wwoof! Wwoof! That’s not Foxy, our house dog, my constant companion, expressing her…
Jenney and I
It turns out that Jenney, my scooter, and I are both addicted to bird watching. This past morning,…
British Home Children
For almost five years now, a newspaper clipping has clung, scotch-taped, to the dusty wall that…
WWOFF II
Woof, woof, and woof again. That’s just Foxy, our house dog, my good-natured,…
My universe
Westwind Farms have become the centre of my universe. My life has come full circle. My growing-up…
Barefoot woofers
The moment I saw them, the crazy little ditty of Harry McClintock rattled through my brain. Though…
Around and about
A couple of weeks or so just past a longtime friend of mine, once again, came up to see me. Neither…
Bragging again
I can’t believe it! Another year has evolved since I last bragged about the number of…
The ballot initiative
If you are reading this article, you are already half awake, but if the truth were known, not…