As I looked out my frost-spattered window this past morning the lifting fog whisps shadowed the…
Bits and Pieces
Quast, Betty
Quast, Betty, nee Robinson. It was 20 past 12 noon on the sixth day of March. I was slumped in…
WWOFF II
Woof, woof, and woof again. That’s just Foxy, our house dog, my good-natured,…
Generation gap
This past summer, I had some long-time friends drop in to see me. Their intention was to pick up a…
The Bailey Bridge
Not often do fond memories flow back as fluently as they did on a past Thursday lunch hour as I…
Homegrown goodness
We get a lot of visitors here at WestWind Farms. Some are an hour or greater away who have phoned…
Short notice
It’s that time of year when people take summer holidays. It’s the time of year…
Early spring
Spring came early within the four thick stone walls that are part and parcel of the urban …
Dickering around
Recently I have been a little more than just busy. I have found myself with what seems to be about…
Spider time
Just outside our kitchen window, in the upper right hand corner, a giant creepy crawly spider has…
Political wingnuts
Although this came to me, as an undisclosed recipient through the magic of email, well …
Patriotic retirement
These past few weeks have been a ball for me. In addition to having several pair of my canaries…
Water and air
In a younger year, preteen and beyond, I was exceptionally fortunate in having a chance extended…
Birthdays
Every year along about the first scattering of snowflakes in the foremost weeks of November, I have…
Amusing
Recently, the number of letters to the editor numbered greater than ever before. Is this an…