Good Morning! Today’s a blank page—make sure you write a story worth telling.

Looks like we’re in for another gorgeous day here in cottage country, which means I’ll be able to tackle some more outdoor chores before winter settles in. This morning, I’m planning to give my front deck a fresh coat of wood preservative. It’s starting to show a bit of wear, and I like to reapply the preservative every two years or whenever it starts looking like it needs a little extra TLC.

You might wonder why I don’t use a sealer. Well, here’s the scoop: sealing wood, as some experts suggest, traps moisture inside, making it harder for the wood to dry out. This can lead to rot from the inside out. No matter how much sealer you use, it won’t stop rain and snow from getting in. On the other hand, wood preservative lets the wood breathe and dry out while protecting it. Think of it like this: just as we need to breathe to stay healthy, wood also needs to breathe to stay strong and last longer. “But, as they say, to each their own.”

Highway 522 is quiet these days, with mostly locals going about their usual business. Our gift shop, though, has been seeing a lot of traffic lately. Folks are coming by to pick up my wife’s paintings, my books, flutes, and other unique items we make ourselves.

It’s nice to hear people appreciate finding things that aren’t mass-produced or imported. With so many gift shops filled with stuff from overseas, it’s clear that supporting local craftsmanship is more important than ever.

The truth of the matter is-–we need to focus more on boosting what’s made and grown right here at home. It’s high time we put “Make Canada Great Again” at the top of our list—starting with the things we create and grow ourselves. We should at the very least be able to feed ourselves and not rely on others.

With that, I’m off to have breakfast and enjoy a cup of hot cocoa on the front porch with my lovely wife. Then it’s time to get to work. You never really know what a day has in store. My motto? Go with the flow and take things as they come. After all, sometimes the best parts of the day are the ones you didn’t see coming!

You all have a great day and keep in mind: while the city runs on coffee and deadlines, we run on sunshine and fresh air. Although, coffee is tasty occasionally—because who doesn’t enjoy a good cup? GW

Good Morning! Country livin’ teaches you patience—just like the trees grow slow, so do the best things in life.

It looks like our day is shaping up to be another great one here in cottage country. The sun’s slowly climbing higher in the sky, giving us folks here in the north a good dose of what it has to offer – warm temps that’ll stick with us most of the day. I’ve got to say, we’ve been lucky with a downright nice summer. No one around here can or should complain about the weather this year, that’s for sure. Heck, even the mosquitoes and black-flies seemed to take it easy on us for a change.

You know, there’s something about living out here that never gets old. The mornings come with that perfect quiet, broken only by the sound of birds getting started on their day. And when that sun sets behind the trees? It’s like the world just slows down, letting you soak in the colours, and the peace of it all. We also don’t have the hustle and bustle like in the city, and I wouldn’t trade our simple sunrises and sunsets for anything. Makes you appreciate the small things – and realize they’re not so small after all.

Highway 522 is still very quiet, which is to be expected at this time of year, living where we do. No complaints, though, as my lovely wife and I enjoy the quietness. Truth be told, that’s why we moved to this area in the first place. We like the slower pace of life, away from all the noise and crowds. Not that we don’t enjoy seeing a few new faces now and then, but we’d rather not be overrun. We came here for the peace, and we hope it stays that way. Too many people takes away the charm of living out here in the country. You know, there’s something special about hearing the birds, feeling the breeze, taking in the fresh northern air, and knowing you’ve got space to breathe, elbow room so to speak. It’s the simple things that make it home, and we’d like to keep it just like that – quiet, peaceful, and ours.

With that, I’m off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has prepared for me, which consists of egg bread, smothered with Maple Syrup made right here in the north. Afterward, I’ll retire to our front porch with a hot cup of cocoa. Life is good, as it should be.

Wrapping things up for the morning. Remember, it’s not about how fast you go, but enjoying the view along the way. And where we live here in the country, the view’s pretty darn nice, at least for now. GW

Good Morning Folks! You know, if there is one thing I have learned over the years it’s that; “Living on a farm or in the country, teaches you to appreciate the small things—a warm breeze, a good meal, and a quiet morning.”

It’s a damp, overcast morning here in Northern Ontario. The rain came down off and on through the night, and by the looks of the sky, it seems determined to stick around for most of the day. The air has a crispness to it this morning, a gentle reminder that the season is beginning to shift. Tomorrow, though, the skies will start to clear, and we’ll get a break from the gloom. But don’t put away the short sleeves just yet, as by Monday, we’ll be back to some fine, warm weather, and next week’s looking to be downright nice.

Highway 522 was slow yesterday, not much traffic rolling through, but you wouldn’t know it from the number of folks stopping by our gift shop. We had a good handful of new faces, all eager to see what we’ve been working on. Honestly, I’ve been surprised by how many people have been dropping by—especially on Sunday and Monday. It’s heartening to see so many taking an interest in our handcrafted items, each one made right here on our property. There’s something rewarding about knowing folks appreciate the time and care that goes into creating something unique, something you can’t just find anywhere else.

On another note, my lovely wife and I finally got our kitchen all spruced up, along with a fresh coat of paint that really brightens the place. I have to say, it’s looking better than ever. You know, all my life, even growing up on the farm, the kitchen always felt like the heart of the home. It was where life seemed to slow down just enough to be appreciated. The smells drifting from the old wood cook stove, the warmth of a meal in the making—it drew everyone in. And if someone had a problem, well—the kitchen table was where we sat down to hash it out. And no matter how cold I was, I could always count on the wood-box by the stove to warm me up. There wasn’t a cozier spot in the house.

Even now, the kitchen is still one of my favorite places, especially when you’ve got a good cook like my little woman. She’s got this knack for turning the simplest ingredients into something that’d rival any fancy restaurant. Gourmet cooking, they call it—but to me, her meals are better because they’re made from the heart. And you know, it doesn’t matter if it’s a humble stew, or a plate of biscuits, she always manages to make it something special, with flavor you won’t find anywhere else.

Today, with it being so wet outside and our firewood all put in for winter, I think I’ll take the day off and relax a bit. Maybe I’ll even sit down and write another story for the newspaper columns I do. I write 52 columns a year for Post Media, which now covers most of Canada. Not too shabby for an old fella like me, wouldn’t you say? I have to admit, I get a kick out of it— and you know, writing has become as natural to me as telling stories around the kitchen table.

Truth be told, it’s my way of sharing what I’ve learned over the years. The lessons, the adventures, and the little moments that shaped me. Writing gives me a chance to pass those on to others, maybe even spark a bit of reflection or a smile. It’s funny how putting words on paper connects me to folks I’ve never met, but somehow, we all end up sharing a piece of the journey together, as it should be.

With that, I’m off to enjoy the breakfast my little woman has made for me—best to get to it while it’s still hot. After that, well, we’ll see what the day has in store. Life’s full of twists and turns, and you never quite know what’s coming next. But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

You all have a great day. I plan to step outside before my breakfast to enjoy a breath or two of that fresh northern air, even if it’s a bit damp this morning.

You know, city folks might have their bright lights, but nothing compares to the peace of a quiet country morning. GW

Here is a picture I took yesterday of a patch of Helen Flowers, that is showing off in one of our front gardens; Thought I Would Share.

Click on image to enlarge!

Good Morning! Where the day’s fresh, the coffee’s hot, and there’s no rush; because out here in the country—time’s a little kinder.

Once again, it looks as if we are in for another beautiful day here in cottage country. The sun is up and starting to do its thing, and with the shadows from the pines, it sure is a sight to see. There’s just something about mornings like this that makes you feel grateful to be right where you are. And on top of that, the cool breeze carries a hint of pine, actually, you can almost taste the freshness in the air.

Highway 522 is quiet this Sunday morning. Most people are off work
and staying close to home. The usual sounds of cars and trucks are
gone, leaving the road open for deer and other animals to wander. The
only noise is the distant call of a loon over the lake, making the quiet
feel almost real.

On another note, yesterday my wife and I were kept busy chatting with folks who dropped by our gift shop, eager to pick up some of our one-of-a-kind items. It’s always nice to see familiar faces and meet new ones, especially when they leave with something handmade and special. In between visits, I managed to sneak in a bit of work on my water wheel, tweaking it here and there to make sure it flows a bit better. You could say it’s a work in progress, like most things around here, but it’s coming along nicely. Meanwhile, my ‘lovely wife‘ was busy inside, cleaning the house and doing the wash. She’s got a knack for getting things done, especially on weekends when the hydro rates are a little friendlier. Every dollar counts when you’re living up here in the north, where the winters are long, and the grocery bills are even longer.

She’s got a saying, “A penny saved is a penny that might just keep the lights on,” and I reckon she’s right. As up here, nothing gets wasted—not time, not effort, and certainly not a chance to save a bit of money.

Bug Report: Other than a few pesky nits that find their way through the screens at night, things are pretty good on that front. Actually, I’ve noticed the bugs haven’t been too bad this year. I kind of figure it’s caused by the kind of weather we have had—plenty of rain, lots of sunshine, and just enough wind to keep things comfortable. Truth be told, this summer has been one of the best I can remember. The days have been warm, the nights cool, and everything’s been just about perfect.

Now, with all this good weather, I can’t help but think about all the talk surrounding global warming. There’s no denying that the world’s changing—anyone with a lick of sense can see that. But for me, I believe it’s something that’s been happening for a long time; long before we started noticing. Hell, we’ve had ice ages, warm spells, and everything in between; Nature, well—she has a way of balancing herself out.

That said, I’m not saying we should just sit back and do nothing. We’ve got a responsibility to take care of this planet, to respect the land we live on, the water we drink, and the air we breathe. Maybe we can’t stop the changes, but we can sure do our part, to make sure we’re not speeding them up. And at the end of the day, that’s what it’s all about—doing what we can, with what we have, and leaving the rest to Mother Nature. She’s got a mind of her own, let me tell you. To her, we’re just a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things

With that, I’m off to enjoy my morning breakfast and see what the day has in store. I’m thinking it might involve some front porch sittin’, soaking in the nature around our place, and chatting with my lovely wife. Why? ‘Just because we can.’

You all have a great Sunday—just a reminder, “Wisdom often comes from the quiet moments in between all the noise.” GW

Fishing Times for Sunday
08/25/24

Major Times
5:10 AM-7:10 AM
5:37 PM-7:37 PM

Minor Times
1:38 PM-2:38 PM
10:26 PM-11:26 PM

Day Rating: I give it a 2-Star Rating for catching a few today. Good Luck!

Advice from an Old Angler: Handlining is an age-old fishing technique that emphasizes the importance of being in tune with nature. It’s all about using your hands to feel for the fish’s bite. If you’re not sensing that tug on the line, it means you need to focus more closely on what’s happening beneath the surface.