Good Morning! Where the Robins look mighty confused, and the Daffodils keep their heads tucked under the snow, wondering when it’ll finally be their time to shine.

Staring things off here in the north, it is a cold morning with the temperature sitting at -12.5 C | 9.5 F. In light of that, warmer temperatures aren’t that far off, which is fine with me, as I am not a lover of the cold. Although, the cold is what keeps a lot of diseases at bay, which is a good thing, especially these days. And let’s not forget about that sunshine, giving us the Vitamin D3, we’re all lacking these days. Truth is, without it, us humans would be in some mighty dire straits, that’s for sure.

Highway 522 is dry and bare this morning, which once again will make traveling good for those in need of things in other towns.

Yesterday, I spent the whole day in front of my computer, working on my novel. Things went well, but there’s a problem I keep running into. I’ll get into writing, then stop to do other stuff. When I come back to it, I have to spend time remembering what I wrote before—like the names of characters, along with a lot of other things. It makes me understand why some writers prefer quiet places to write, without any distractions bothering them. My wife has the same problem being able to do her paintings. Maybe we should look for an out-of-the-way place in the sunny south next winter, and go do our thing. We just have to find that special place!

Today I will carry on, being that it is cold outside. We are also still feeding our wood furnace these days, which in turn saves our oil, as we have an oil furnace that sets alongside our wood furnace. Great set up for sure. We love wood heat!

Politician Fact or Fiction: You know, I kind of figure, that Politicians are like a broken record – they keep playing the same tune of ‘change’ and ‘reform,’ but the song never seems to end!

With that, I am off for some waffles this morning that my lovely wife is making for me, with a touch of Mike Clappertons Maple Syrup: Just because I can.

You all have a great day, and I will leave you with these few words, that the old one told me one time while sitting on a rock beside a creek, many years ago.

“In the quiet of nature, I feel the spirits of my ancestors near, speaking through the rustle of leaves and the songs of birds.” One might have to read that a few times, to get his drift of things, but it’s there! GW