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Good morning, you know, when you’ve lived back in the woods as long as my wife and I have, certain things settle into your bones.
You learn what matters, what doesn’t, and what’s mostly just noise carried on the wind.

And one of the funnier lessons is this:
Folks love giving advice they never quite follow themselves.

I’ve told plenty of people to shovel their own porch first, even while mine had a drift tall enough to lean a shovel on.
However… years have a way of sanding down your pride, and after a while you learn to laugh at yourself before anyone else does.

Backwoods Weather Report – Port Loring, Ontario Monday, November 24, 2025

Well, we’re actually seeing a bit of sunshine this morning… not sure how long it’s going to last, but it’s there for now, easing in between the clouds. Stepping outside though, that damp chill still works its way right through a jacket. The thermometer on our own station showed 26 F / -3 C, and it felt every bit of it. Humidity was sitting up around 84 percent, which explains that heavy air. The barometer was down at 29.3 inches, usually a sign something unsettled might be thinking about moving in. And the wind… well, there wasn’t any. Needle pointed west, but the speed sat at zero, like everything’s holding still.

For today, I figure we stay on the cool side. With that low barometer and the moisture hanging around, a few flurries later wouldn’t surprise me… just little reminders that winter’s edging closer. Tonight will likely dip again, so bringing in an extra arm full of firewood isn’t a bad idea.

Tomorrow might steady itself a touch, though I don’t see any real warmup coming. Probably another grey November day where the sun never quite gets its turn.

Nature’s signs were plain to see… quiet, heavy air, trees standing stiff with that cold dampness. The sky sat low, pressing down close, even with that brief sunshine poking through. Not many birds saying much at my bird feeder this morning. Truth told, the whole bush feels like it’s waiting on whatever change might wander in next.

Highway 522 is bare and dry this morning in our area. Which will make traveling good for those in need of supplies in the big cities.

On another note, yesterday I wrapped up shaping the wooden flutes, all twenty of them sitting there like they’re already whispering tunes. Now I’ve got the totems to carve for the tops. I thought I’d get to that part yesterday, but time slipped away the way it does. So that’s today’s job, and it’ll probably carry me straight through to evening.

With that, I’m off for the breakfast my lovely wife’s put together. Afterward, we’ll have our usual cup of Barry’s tea, with a touch of cream and a smidgen of raw sugar. Then we’ll sit there, solving the world’s problems one sip at a time. You know, I kinda figure, if folks ever listened to our ideas, the world might run a whole lot smoother—or maybe fall apart twice as fast. Hard to say.

Have a great day, hell make it a good day!

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW