Oh please..the snow slid off the roof and blocked my stairs this morning.

Same in northern Ontario! My face froze retrieving my garbage can! It’s pretty when it’s untouched though. I’m not shovelling today so it’ll remain untouched.

This is my favourite. Not many cookbooks have two squirrel recipes.

Fifty five years ago. That bird ate from my plate until he died at the age of sixteen.

My roots. People change, but not a lot.

Yours truly being taught how to light a cigarette at three. Typical boomer childhood.