I am no longer one who enjoys the cold. I’m a lover of sunny, white cloud, blue sky weather.…
Bits and Pieces
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…
Fall is here
Fall is here, and though winter is well on its way, I like fall. It is a season that has always…
Iggily Spiggily
You might experience a double take and wonder why I have picked such a fickle unfitting title…
Butterfly Gardens
They’re flitting back and forth across my back garden as though they own the place. And when…
Robbers
I was sitting at my computer early this past Monday morning answering a few accumulated emails. The…