Friday February 27th 2015
A balmy 15 degrees
of Fahrenheit this morning, and being Friday trash
collection day your correspondent slipped into his sun
dress to venture toward the end of the lane. The Artist
has been popping in and out, she's been to town, she's
been to the mail, there's milk and Orange Juice, and her
reports have been suspiciously glowing.
True I've been staring
at the lane for some weeks now, thinking about a little
adventure and I guess I'd been lulled into picturing the
world beyond as a sort of November with a little snow around
and maybe some icy spots. Well I'm here to tell you it's not
like that at all. We're talking somewhere like Baffin Island
without the charm.