In a recent column, I had mentioned my father’s off-hand explanation of cold weather. It…
Bits and Pieces
Hot and sticky
I am no longer one who enjoys the cold. I’m a lover of sunny, white cloud, blue sky weather.…
If they could talk
A nearby neighbour dropped in this past week and, as he had a number of places to go, he asked if I…
Fond memories
Mid-afternoon, just after my noon snooze, I was sitting looking out the second-floor large picture…
Memories flow freely
Years roll by and memories flow freely, yet it is difficult to realize that it’s been a full…
History repeating
Is history repeating itself? Is there a story not being told? Hear me out and I’m sure…
Home for birds
By the time you unfold the pages of this issue, another year will have pounced upon us and the past…
Rain, rain, go away
Rain, rain, go away; come again some other day. So rhymed the poetic selection of a simple little…
The ballot initiative
If you are reading this article, you are already half awake, but if the truth were known, not…
North-south migration
I have gained the presumption that Westwind Farms is smack-dab in line with the flight path of…
Snow, snow
Snow, snow, go away. That was my thought when I sat down to write this article, as I had just…
The rains came
I sometimes think that WestWind Farms has a guardian angel. The night following the last of…
What does love mean?
From deep within the ever growing accumulation of interesting little captions which I have stashed,…
Huskies
The sun shone brightly on the 12 acre hay field completely covered with well settled snow. It was a…
Appreciation
The timing could not have been better. I was in a blue mood, it was Father’s day, and it was…