Bits and Pieces

In a recent column, I had mentioned my father’s off-hand explanation of cold weather. It…

I am no longer one who enjoys the cold. I’m a lover of sunny, white cloud, blue sky weather.…

A nearby neighbour dropped in this past week and, as he had a number of places to go, he asked if I…

Mid-afternoon, just after my noon snooze, I was sitting looking out the second-floor large picture…

Years roll by and memories flow freely, yet it is difficult to realize that it’s been a full…

Is history repeating itself? Is there a story not being told? Hear me out and I’m sure…

By the time you unfold the pages of this issue, another year will have pounced upon us and the past…

Rain, rain, go away; come again some other day. So rhymed the poetic selection of a simple little…

If you are reading this article, you are already half awake, but if the truth were known, not…

I have gained the presumption that Westwind Farms is smack-dab in line with the flight path of…

Snow, snow, go away. That was my thought when I sat down to write this article, as I had just…

I sometimes think that WestWind Farms has a guardian angel. The night following the last of…