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The agricultural history of Wellington County is a fascinating subject. 

“Much food is in the tillage of the poor: but there is that is destroyed for want of judgment.”…

March has come into season like a lamb, nice and easy, which, for all of us afflicted with superstitious sentiments, means it will surely go out like a lion (kind of like the drunk uncle forcibly removed from a family reunion). 

We often hear the complaint that Canadian history is dull.

I have a few tell-tale signs of a full moon rising that are based solely on my behaviour, thus, I’d like to apologize to my beloved Carpenter for the volatile week.

Is it time to have a conversation about your substance use? 

One of things businesses regularly do (have to do) is take inventory. 

While I concur that I may not see the full effect of my life with my natural eyes before I leave this Earth, there is a lot that I do see, here and in my world, and I see it because God’s kingdom rule is in full effect here, just as it is in Heaven. 

A while back I offered a brief survey of Bosworth, the long-vanished hamlet on Wellington Road 7, on the Peel/Maryborough border.

Four-eyes. Remember when that was the kind of insult that burned?

With Valentine’s Day upon us, I am reminded that I really don’t enjoy this romantic pseudo-holiday tradition, despite being very much in love with my spouse, the Carpenter.

Growing into a teenager, I’ve noticed our society’s fixation with romantic love. 

Long-disappeared Bosworth was once a place of importance. 

St. Valentine’s day turns our minds to thinking about love and faith.

Last Sunday, Charlotte Broome very generously passed on to me a bag of old newspapers, clippings and other fascinating historical items that had been accumulated by her mother, the late Edith Broome, who served as Elora’s librarian in the 1960s to the early 1980s.