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“Good Morning Folks!” You know you’re in Northern Ontario when the snowplow wakes you up before your alarm does…and it’s still dark at 7:00 AM.

Well, it’s another brisk morning here in the north, with the mercury sitting’ at a nippy -8.68°F (-22.6°C). It’s the kind of cold that makes a fella think twice…maybe even three times…before throwing’ off the covers and facing the day. And for the record, I’ve always liked Fahrenheit better…gives a feller a real sense of just how cold it is.

Today: Sun’s peeking’ out here and there, but don’t let it fool ya…it’s staying’ cold. High of 8°F (-13°C), but with that wind, it’ll feel a fair bit colder. Best to keep the long johns handy.

Tonight: Clear skies, but that just means the cold digs in deeper. Temps dropping’ to -7°F (-21°C), and if the wind gets to whistling’, you’ll know it. Might be a good night to toss an extra log on the fire.

Tomorrow: A smidge warmer, if you can call it that. High of 15°F (-9°C), but don’t expect a heatwave. The sun will be out, but that just means it’s bright enough to see how much snow still needs shoveling’.

Bundle up and keep that coffee strong, as winter ain’t letting’ go just yet.

Highway 522…well, I am beginning to see a bit of pavement showing through here and there, but there are still plenty of snow-covered spots hanging on, not quite ready to give up. That is pretty much the norm for this time of year, especially with the cold temperatures we have been having.

As for the folks around here, well they are handling it in true northern fashion. Some are out early, shoveling with a coffee in one hand and a snow shovel in the other, while others are standing at the end of their driveways, staring at the snow like it might just move on its own. And then there are those who figure if they wait long enough, a good strong wind or a kindhearted neighbor with a plow might just save them the trouble. That’s what I call smart thinking, doesn’t happen all that often though.

On another note, yesterday my wife and I had a busy morning cleaning up the snow from the day before. And let me tell you, it wasn’t the light, fluffy kind that you can just brush away with ease. No, this stuff was heavy. The reason being, the snow that fell came down in tiny flakes, and when those little fellas pack together, they turn into something as stubborn as a pile of wet sand. At least, that’s how it felt to us two old timers.

But no matter, we managed to get ‘er done. We finished up just before noon, and I have to say, by that time, we were more than ready for a hot cup of cocoa. Truth be told, we had that, then lunch, and then figured, why stop there? So we enjoyed a couple more cups of coffee for good measure. Some might call that a bit much, but hey!… We figured we earned it.

I also managed to spend the afternoon working on the flutes I’ve got on the go. Not a bad day, all things considered. Had a few bumps along the way, but after all these years, I’ve learned you gotta take the good with the bad and keep on movin’. And that’s exactly what I did…just kept at it, knowing some days you win, and some days you learn.

This Morning, after breakfast…thanks to my lovely wife, of course…I’ll head on out to the old woodworking shop and carry on with the day’s work. It’s a cold one, but with the stove in the shop cranked up and doing its thing, well, what could be better than that? Not much, if you ask me. There’s just something about that warm stove, the smell of fresh wood, and the sound of the tools that just makes a feller feel right at home.

You all have a great day!!

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW

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Good Morning! The snow’s knee-deep, the shovel’s worn thin, and the only thing keeping me going is the thought of spring… whenever it decides to show up.

Yep it’s a cold, snowy morning here in Cottage Country, the kind that bites right through a man’s coat and makes a feller think twice about leaving the warmth of his bed. But stay put? Not a chance. Every morning my feet hit the floor, I figure that’s a victory worth celebrating.

You see, after all these years, my wife and I have come to understand something most folks don’t talk about anymore. Life ain’t about piling up money, worrying about what the neighbors think, or running yourself ragged trying to keep up with everyone else’s expectations. It’s about knowing when to work hard and when to sit back and enjoy what you’ve built.

And that’s exactly what we’re doing now. We’ve earned every bit of what we have—through long days, cold mornings, and years of doing what needed doing. And from here on out, things will get done when we see fit, in our own time, on our own dime. Because if there’s one thing we’ve learned, it’s that life ain’t about rushing—it’s about living.

Highway 522—well, I know it’s out there somewhere, but you wouldn’t think so with all this snow coming down. Usually, it ain’t this bad, but today? Looks more like a forgotten trail than a road. And given the shape it’s in this morning, I’d say it’s a fine excuse to stay put, keep the coffee brewing, and let the rest of the world figure itself out.

If there is one thing I’ve learned over the years is that nature don’t much care about schedules, plans, or what a feller thinks ought to get done. Snow falls when it wants, roads disappear when they feel like it, and the best way to handle it? Accept it, stay warm, and don’t go looking for trouble where it don’t need finding.

You know...living in a small town up here in the north is a lot like an old wood-stove—sometimes it smokes a bit, sometimes it runs hot, but most of the time, it just keeps folks warm and talking. We don’t have the big city rush, and truth be told, if we did, we’d probably just watch it go by from the porch, coffee in hand, and shake our heads.

Yep, small-town living might not be for everyone, but for those of us who’ve been here long enough, it’s home. And besides, where else can you get your morning news, a weather forecast, and a fresh batch of town gossip all in the time it takes to fill up your gas tank?

On another note, yesterday was another full day in the shop, working away on my flutes. Got a lot done, too. So far, I’ve filmed the whole process from start to finish, and once I get around to editing, those videos will make their way onto my YouTube channel. But that’ll be a while yet—still plenty left to do, both on the flutes and the footage.

The thing is, folks don’t always realize that making these flutes takes time—steady hands, sharp tools, and a bit of patience. But what takes just as long, if not longer, is editing the videos so folks can actually see how it’s all done without having to sit through hours of me shaping, sanding, and scratching my head. It’s a job in itself, and like any good project, it’ll get done when it gets done.

So with that bit of info on your minds, I’m off for my breakfast—hot cocoa in hand—and our regular morning chat with my lovely wife. It’s a quiet start to the day, but the best kind, if you ask me. The world may move fast, but for us, we’ve learned to slow down and savor what we’ve got. That’s a gift in itself. Here’s to another day of enjoying the little things and doing it all side by side.

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW

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Good Morning! The roads are icy, the air is crisp, and if you don’t like winter, well… it’s a little late for that now!

Well, the sun’s up there somewhere this morning, but its hard to tell with all these clouds hanging around. And wouldn’t you know it, they’re dropping a little more of that white stuff…snow. But I’ve got to say, there’s something about a morning like this. The quiet, the slow drift of snowflakes…it just does something to a feller. Makes you feel like you’re pulling in the kind of energy a man/woman needs to get through the day.

Here’s what the sky’s got in store for Port Loring:

Today:
Looks like the sun’s playin’ a game of hide and seek behind them clouds, with a few flurries drifting down just to remind us it’s still winter. Won’t be too bad, though—highs around 25°F (-4°C), which ain’t exactly balmy but could be worse.

Tonight:
Them clouds are settlin’ in like an old dog on the porch, and before long, they’ll be shaking’ out a bit more snow. Nothing too wild, but enough to keep things interesting. Expect it to dip down to around 14°F (-10°C), so best toss an extra log on the fire.

Tomorrow:
Gonna wake up to a fresh blanket of the white stuff, with 2 to 4 inches (5 to 10 cm) piling up before midday. After that, the wind might kick up a bit, and it’ll stay on the chilly side, only climbing’ to about 17°F (-8°C) before dropping’ like a rock overnight—down to -3°F (-20°C).

Bottom line? If you ain’t got to be out in it, might be a good time to hunker down with a hot coffee and let winter do its thing. Stay warm, and keep your snow shovel handy!

Yesterday, I finally got a full day in the shop, working on them flutes. Been a while since I had a stretch like that without something pulling’ me away. But wouldn’t you know it, the day rolled along just fine…steady hands, sharp tools, and wood that behaved itself for once. And with that happening I managed to get a good bit done, too, which, given how things have been going, felt like a win. Funny how some days fight you every step of the way, and others just let you work. Guess that’s the way of it, same as writing or anything else…some days, it all just comes together.

With all that said, we’ll see what today brings. I did roll out of bed a bit early this morning and got the old shop stove fired up. Truth be told, it wasn’t all that cold in there for a change…not warm enough to work bare-handed mind ya, but not bad either. Give it a little time, and by the time I’ve finished my breakfast, that shop ought to be toasty enough to get some real work done today. I have always felt there’s nothing like the crackle of a good fire, and the promise of a warm work bench to start the day off right.

With that, I’m off for a bite to eat—courtesy of my lovely wife. After that, we’ll settle in with our usual cup of hot cocoa and a good chat, the kind we’ve shared for more years than I can count.

You know, some couples seem to drift apart over time, and I reckon a lot of it comes down to not talking, not truly listening to each other. I’ve even heard of folks keeping separate bank accounts, splitting things right down the middle like business partners instead of life partners. Truth be told, I can’t make sense of that. Around here, there’s no such thing as “mine” or “yours.” It’s ours—always has been, always will be. That’s how we’ve made it through fifty-odd years together, side by side, never keeping score.

And another thing—we work together. When one of us stumbles, the other is there to pick up the slack. Kind of like that old team of Clydesdale’s we had years ago. One wouldn’t work without the other, and when one passed on, well… the other wasn’t far behind. I always figured it was a broken heart that did it.

So for now, my wife and I will carry on, sharing everything—and I mean everything. Our work, our laughter, our quiet moments, and most of all, our love. Because in the end, that’s what truly keeps a team moving forward, no matter what road they’re on.

Now, how’s that for an ending on this fine winter’s morning?

“Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW

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Good Morning! The woodpile’s shrinking, the snowbanks are growing, and the coffee pot’s working overtime—must be a Northern Ontario morning.

Well, folks, for once, we’re waking up to a bit of sunshine. Been a while, and I was starting to wonder if ol’ Mother Nature up and lost the recipe for clear skies. But sure enough, there it is, peeking through like a neighbor dropping by unannounced—welcome, but still surprising.

But, don’t get too comfortable just yet. As today, we’re looking at a high of around 30°F (-1°C), which ain’t exactly shorts weather, but compared to what we’ve been getting, it’s downright balmy. And we might catch a bit of melting if the sun sticks around long enough.

Come nighttime though, things will dip back down to a crisp 14°F (-10°C), so don’t be putting away those wool socks just yet. And if you’re heading out, best bundle up.

Tomorrow? Well, we’re back to playing the guessing game. Expect clouds to roll in again, with a chance of snow flurries here and there, just to remind us winter’s still got a grip on things. We’ll see a High of 28°F (-2°C), a low of around 12°F (-11°C), and a wind that might just whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

So, there you have it. A little sun, a little cold, and a whole lot of winter still left to go. But hey, at least it keeps the mosquitoes away.

Highway 522’s looking mostly clear this morning—well, as clear as it ever gets this time of year. But don’t let that fool ya. There are still some of those sneaky icy patches hanging around in the curves where the sun don’t shine

So, if you’re out and about, best take ‘er easy. No sense turning a quick trip to town into an afternoon waiting on a tow truck. But then again, you folks around here already know that right? The thing is, most of us that live here in the north has been dodging black ice and potholes longer than some city folks have been driving. But—if you do happen to slide a little, well, at least it’ll give the fellas at the coffee shop something to shake their heads about. Although it doesn’t take much to do that.

On another note—yesterday, I had it in my mind to head out to the shop and work on my flutes. But you know how winter goes—what you plan and what actually happens are usually two different things.

After spending half the day wrestling snow off the driveway and decks, any thoughts of crafting tunes went right out the window. And by the time we finished, my lovely wife and I were both so beat, we barely had the energy to lift a coffee cup—let alone a carving knife. So, for the flutes? Well, I figured they’d keep. Didn’t reckon they were gonna get up and walk away… least I sure hope not.

Today—well, that’s another matter. As my old woodworking shop is warming up, with the wood stove throwing off just enough heat to take the chill out of the air. My carving knives are sharpened, sitting on the bench, ready for work. You know…there’s something about a well-honed blade and a fresh piece of wood that just feels right, like they were made for each other.

So with the sun shining for a change, there is no better day to get back at it. The way I see it, any day I can spend working in my shop instead of shoveling snow is a good one. The weather may have slowed me down a bit, but I am making progress. Little by little, chip by chip, things are coming together. That is the way of a woodworker—patience, steady hands, and knowing that some things just take time.

With that, I’m off to enjoy my breakfast—nothing fancy, just some good ol’ toast with eggs and a touch of sweetness, made by my lovely wife. It’s the kind of meal that’ll hold me over until lunchtime, though I wouldn’t be surprised if I find myself sneaking back in for a cup of hot cocoa later on. We’ll see how that goes—it might just become the perfect mid-morning treat.

Until the next time: Keep your minds open and your stories alive!

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Good Morning! The coffee’s hot, the road’s covered with snow, and somewhere in between, there’s a good day waiting.

Well, looks like we’re all waking’ up to a fresh blanket of snow here in the north. Ol’ Mother Nature decided we needed another 6 inches overnight, and when you add that to the couple inches from the day before yesterday, we’re sittin’ at about 8 inches total. Good for the snowmobilers, not so much for those of us with a shovel in hand.

Weather for Port Loring, Ontario

Today (Thursday, Feb. 13)
A bit more snow’s gonna fall off and on through the morning, maybe another inch or so, then mostly cloudy the rest of the day. Not much for sunshine.

• High: 20°F (-7°C)
• Low: 4°F (-16°C)

Tonight
Cloudy and colder than a well digger’s boots. Gonna dip down near zero in some spots, so best throw an extra log on the fire.

• Low: 4°F (-16°C)

Tomorrow (Friday, Feb. 14)
Another gray ol’ day, but at least the snow’ll ease up. Still cold, though, so don’t be in a hurry to put the long johns away.

• High: 19°F (-7°C)
• Low: 11°F (-12°C)

So all and all, you might wanna hold off on any long hauls ‘til the roads get cleaned up. And if ya do have to go out, drive like ya got some sense—there’s always one fella out there who thinks he’s in a race.

Highway 522, well— it’s snow-covered this morning, which isn’t much of a surprise for folks living where we do. And if I had to guess, I’d say it’ll stay that way for most of the day. That’s nature’s way of telling us we might be better off hunkering down at home, keeping the fire stoked and the coffee pot full. No sense battling the elements unless you have a real good reason-like the coffee running low. Now that would be a true emergency.

Meanwhile, here in our little northern town, folks are finding ways to keep busy. Some are out shoveling, trying to stay ahead of the drifts, while others are looking out the window, convincing themselves it can wait until tomorrow. The smart ones? Well—they’re sitting by the wood-stove, swapping stories and wondering how much snow it will take before the “Purolator” truck starts delivering by dogsled.

Just another good old winter day in the north.

On another note, yesterday I had every intention of heading out to the woodworking shop to work on those flutes I’ve got on the go. But as is often the case, plans changed. A delivery showed up—my new battery backup—so I figured I’d best get it hooked up.

Now, that might sound like a simple enough job, but let me tell you, with all the wires I’ve got running here, there, and everywhere, it turned into a real morning project. By the time I was done untangling, plugging, and scratching my head, half the day was gone.

The real surprise, though, was that my computer fired up and ran just fine—maybe even better than before. A rare victory when it comes to tinkering with technology. The only thing that has me wondering is the handful of extra wires I ended up with. No idea where they belong, but since everything is still running, I’m going to assume they were just along for the ride. Either that, or I’ll find out what they were for when something stops working. Time will tell!

Today, like just about everyone else in our small town, my wife and I will be spending some time digging out from under all this snow. But first things first—breakfast, a good chat, and a cup of hot cocoa. Got to fuel up before tackling a job like this.

From what I saw on my walk to the woodworking shop earlier, I’d say we’re in for a real workout. Might not need to do any stretches beforehand—as Mother Nature has taken care of that with knee-deep snowdrifts. My lovely wife and I will no doubt start out strong, full of ambition, but I suspect that after a while, the enthusiasm will fade, and we’ll be standing there, leaning on our shovels, wondering if we really need a driveway after all.

One way or another, we’ll get it done.

You all have a great day, and don’t forget—shoveling is just nature’s way of reminding us we’re not as young as we used to be. Take it slow, take plenty of cocoa/coffee breaks, and if the snow gets too deep, well, there’s always tomorrow.

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW

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Good Morning! They say every snowflake is different, but right now, they all look the same—piled up in my yard.

Well, I’ll tell ya, it’s a damn cold morning here in the north. Woke up to a downright bitter -18°F (-28°C), and let me tell ya, that kind of cold don’t mess around. By the time I got the old shop stove fired up, I was about ready to hightail it back inside. Lucky for me, I threw a few chunks of hardwood in there before bed last night, so it wasn’t too bad once I got things rolling’. But just the same, trudging’ out there and hauling’ out the ashes had these old bones feeling’ every one of their years.

Weather for Port Loring, Ontario:

Today: Cold as a banker’s heart this morning’, with temperatures crawling’ their way up to 20°F (-7°C) by afternoon. Not much of a warm-up, but at least it ain’t getting’ worse.

Tonight: Dropping’ down to a chilly 10°F (-12°C), so best toss another log on the fire before bed.

Tomorrow: More of the same—cold and stubborn, with a high near 19°F (-7°C) and a low of 2°F (-16°C). And if that ain’t enough, there’s a good heap of snow rolling’ in, expecting’ to drop around 6 to 10 inches (15 to 25 cm) by the time it’s done. Gonna be a mess out there, so best be prepared.

Sounds like a good time to stay close to the stove and keep the coffee hot.

Highway 522: Well, once again, it’s snow-covered—no surprises there. With these kinds of temperatures, that white stuff ain’t going’ anywhere fast. Not much a fella can do about it neither, ‘cept take it slow and hope the plow guy’s had his coffee. But hey, that’s just life up here in the north, especially as we creep toward mid-February.

Folks in the city might complain when they get a dustin’ of snow, but out here, we measure it in “how many shovels deep” instead of inches. And when the highway disappears under a fresh blanket, we don’t panic—we just pour another coffee, maybe throw another log on the fire, and figure we’ll get where we’re goin’… eventually, and take in what nature has to offer.

On another note, I worked the day away yesterday out in the old woodworking shop, fussing’ with them flutes I’ve been talking’ about these past few weeks. Still lots to do, but I’m making’ good, steady progress. Today, once the shop gets toasty enough that I ain’t seeing’ my own breath, I’ll be back at it.

Not much more to report this morning, so I reckon it’s time to see what my lovely wife has rustled up for breakfast. Can’t beat a good home-cooked meal to start the day. After that, we’ll settle in with a couple of steaming mugs of hot cocoa, have ourselves a good old-fashioned chinwag, and watch the morning show at our bird feeder—no commercials, just the kind of entertainment you don’t get in the city.

This time of year, it’s mostly nuthatches, chickadees, and the occasional finch, flitting about like they own the place. And in a way, I suppose they do. They sure don’t seem to mind the cold, unlike us humans who bundle up like we’re facing’ the next Ice Age. It’s funny—some folks spend a fortune on fancy getaways, looking’ for peace and quiet, while all we gotta do is pour another cup and let nature come to us.

Well folks, that’s about it for this morning. Time to see what kind of mischief—I mean, productivity—I can get into today. I might even take a moment to just sit back and appreciate the simple things, like a warm fire, a few hot drinks, and the fact that I don’t have to scrape ice off a windshield to get where I’m going’.

Until the next time: “Keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW

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Good Morning! Winter’s got a grip, but then again so do my boots—at least they did the last time I wore them. Never know though they don’t make things like they used to.

It’s a cloudy morning here in cottage country, and we had about two more inches of light snow late yesterday. Looks like winter isn’t ready to pack its bags just yet.

Today: It’ll be a chilly one, with a high of 11°F (-12°C) And we might see a few stray snowflakes this morning, but otherwise, just a mix of clouds.

Tonight: Temperatures dropping to -8°F (-22°C), so best keep that extra blanket handy.

Tomorrow: Clouds rolling in, with a few flurries expected in the afternoon. A bit warmer, reaching 19°F (-7°C) for the high, with a low of 10°F (-12°C) overnight.

Heads up Though!!! A winter storm watch is in effect from Wednesday evening into Thursday. They’re calling for 8 to 16 inches (20 to 40 cm) of snow, with strong winds kicking up some blowing snow. If you’ve got travel plans, you might want to rethink them.

Best to keep the woodpile stocked, portable generator gassed up, and the coffee hot.

Highway 522 is snow-covered once again this morning, which means two things—our brake pads are getting another good sanding, and our vehicles are earning a fresh coat of that fine Northern Ontario rust, the kind that comes free with every winter but costs a fortune to fix come spring.

Then there’s the group at the diner every morning, debating the best way to tell if it’s too cold to go outside. One says if your boots freeze to the porch before you make it to the truck, it’s a stay-in kind of day. Another figures if the dog takes one sniff of the air and heads back to bed, that’s all the proof you need. The general agreement? If you’re asking, you’re better off pouring another coffee and letting the wood-stove do its job.

Just another day in the north, where the snow’s deep, the coffee’s hot, and common sense comes with a side of humor.

On another note, yesterday my wife and I spent the morning clearing snow from the driveway, decks, and even some off the roofs—and let me tell you, we’ve got plenty of roofs. Kept us busy, but at least we got our exercise in for the day. After that, we rewarded ourselves with a hot drink, a rest, and some lunch. Then, feeling somewhat human again, I moseyed on out to my woodworking shop and got back to work on them flutes I’ve been crafting for the past couple of weeks. Still plenty to do, but little by little, they’re coming along.

So with that, it’s time to sit down and enjoy the breakfast my little woman whipped up, along with a hot cocoa and our usual morning chinwag. After that, I’ll mosey on out to the old woodworking shop. Thought about clearing the driveway again, but with more snow on the way, I figure I’ll let Mother Nature finish what she started before I go battling it again. No sense shoveling twice if you can help it.

You all have a great day!

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW

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Good day from the North—where a man’s word still holds weight, and a handshake means more than any contract. But times are changing, so best tread carefully.

It’s a cloudy morning starting things off here in the country. The kind where the coffee’s hot, the wood-stove’s crackling, and the world feels just a little quieter. But don’t let that fool you—change is always rolling in, just like the weather.

Port Loring, Ontario Weather Forecast:

• Today: Cloudy with a chance of light snow or flurries. High around 30°F (-1°C).
• Tonight: Mostly cloudy, a few passing flurries possible. Low near 20°F (-7°C).
• Tomorrow: A mix of sun and cloud, with a chilly breeze. High around 28°F (-2°C).
• Yeah, I’m still holding onto Fahrenheit. Folks say Celsius makes more sense, but truth be told, I never saw the logic in a system where 0 just means wet fingers and a bad mood.

Best keep the fire stoked and the kettle on—looks like winter’s still got a grip.

Highway 522 has some icy patches here and there, but if you’re needing a trip to the city, the roads should do ya fine—just keep a steady hand on the wheel. But let’s not forget, it is February, and around these parts, that means being ready for just about anything. One minute, it’s smooth sailing, and the next, you’re white-knuckling through a snow squall wondering if you should’ve packed an overnight bag. Let your guard down for even a second, and well… let’s just say, winter has a way of reminding you who’s really in charge.

You know-–Out here, a “quick trip” to the hardware store is never quick. You go in for a box of screws, and next thing you know, you’re stuck in a half-hour chat about the weather, last night’s game, and who’s been spotted with a new ATV. By the time you finally make it home, you’ve forgotten the screws but somehow ended up with a bag of peanuts and the freshest gossip in town.

On another note: Yesterday, I didn’t make it to the woodworking shop, but I did manage to get my new computer up and running, along with all the tools I need for writing my stories. Took most of the day to get everything squared away, but now that computer’s purring like a kitten. My son Karl calls it a beast—and it is, in the best way. Should be set for a few years, though with these modern gadgets, you never really know.

What are you up to today, GW? Well, if all goes according to plan, I’m hoping to get some more work done on those flutes I’ve been crafting for the past couple of weeks. There’s still plenty of tedious work left to do, but that’s just the way it goes with certain projects—requires patience and a steady hand.

So with that I’m off for my morning breakfast and our cup of hot cocoa, followed by the usual chat with my lovely wife. Then, I’ll let the day unfold around me—there’s always a few surprises lurking in the wings.

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW

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Good Morning! The wood-stove’s hungry, the coffee’s ready, and the snow shovel’s pretending it doesn’t see me.

Well in spite of some clouds, the sun is trying’ to show herself here in the north this morning’. Might not be a full-on blue-sky day, but she’s doing’ her best to shine through.

Port Loring, Ontario Weather Forecast:

Today: Mostly cloudy with a few breaks of sunshine now and then. High around 26°F (-3°C). A light breeze, just enough to remind you it’s still winter.

Tonight: Cooling’ down to about 16°F (-9°C), with the clouds hanging’ around. Might see a few flurries drifting’ in overnight.

Tomorrow: Starting’ off with a mix of sun and cloud, but by afternoon, expect a bit of snow. Not much, just a dusting—maybe an inch (1 cm) at most. High near 26°F (-4°C). Dropping’ down to 3°F (-16°C) at night, so keep that firewood close by.

As it looks like winter ain’t loosening her grip just yet. Stay warm!

Highway 522 is pretty well clear of snow this morning, but there are still a few spots where winter is hanging on, waiting to catch folks off guard. So, if you are heading out, it would be a good idea to take it easy. But let’s face it–living where we do, driving with care is not just about the snow; as there are plenty of other things to watch for, like deer, moose, wild turkeys, and the occasional porcupine, all thinking they have the—right of way.

If you have ever had a moose step out in front of you, you know they are not in any hurry. They will just stand there staring at you, probably wondering why you are in such a rush. And turkeys? Well, they are either standing in the middle of the road without a care in the world or suddenly taking off like they just remembered they left the stove on. Either way, it is always best to stay alert. Around here, the roads have a way of keeping you on your toes—just like the folks driving on them.

On another note, I’ve been working away in my old woodworking shop for the past couple of weeks, creating a new batch of flutes. Had a good day yesterday, though—things went to plan, and I didn’t feel all that bad. My old mind stayed focused on good things, not wandering off to places it shouldn’t. There’s something about the rhythm of sanding and shaping the wood that helps clear out the cobwebs. It’s the kind of work where you can lose yourself in the process, let your hands follow the grain, and everything just clicks into place. After all this time, it still feels satisfying when the pieces come together the way they should—almost like the wood knows exactly what you’re after before you even make the cut.

And when the day wraps up, there’s that quiet contentment of knowing you’ve crafted something with your own hands that might bring a little peace or joy to someone. That’s the real beauty of it all—keeping the mind clear and the heart full, one flute at a time.

Today, I’ll probably be doing the same as yesterday, but then again, who’s to say? I’ve found that some days I head out to the shop all set to dive into a project I’ve been working’ on, and before I know it, something else catches my eye. Maybe it’s the way the light hits the wood or the feel of a tool I haven’t used in a while. Next thing you know, I’m off in a completely different direction, working’ on something’ I hadn’t planned on at all. That’s the beauty of the shop—every day’s a bit of a surprise. It’s like the wood’s got a way of speaking’ to you, whispering’, “Hey, try this today,” and before you can argue, you’re right there in the thick of it. It’s never the same old routine, and that’s what keeps it so interesting. No matter what I set out to do, you can bet something unexpected is bound to happen—’cause out here, that’s just how the days roll.

With that, I’m off once again for my morning breakfast, courtesy of my lovely wife. After that, we’ll sit down together and enjoy our usual cup of hot cocoa, along with our regular chat. It’s a nice way to start the day, just the two of us, taking’ the time to catch up on whatever’s on our minds. After that? Well, we’ll see where the day takes us. Might head out to the shop, might sit a spell and enjoy the quiet—who knows? But for now, I’m lookin’ forward to that first sip of cocoa and the peace of the morning with Ruth.

“Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW

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Good Morning! The snow’s deep, the coffee’s strong, and the to-do list just got longer— which is just the way I like it.

For a change, waking up here in the north, we are in the midst of some sunshine, but it is a cool one with the temperature getting out of bed sitting at 13°F (-10°C). As the day progresses, expect some sun, then increasing clouds, with a high reaching 24°F (-5°C). Come nightfall, the mercury will dip to around 10°F (-12°C), so keep that extra blanket handy.

Looking ahead to tomorrow, Saturday brings mostly cloudy skies with a high of 26°F (-4°C) and a low of 11°F (-12°C). Not much change in the temperature department, but at least the winds are keeping their calm, making it a tad more bearable for any outdoor chores or a leisurely stroll through the snow-laden trails.

Stay warm, folks, and enjoy the northern beauty that surrounds us.

Highway 522 Report: The highway is mostly bare this morning, which, for this time of year, is about as rare as a warm seat on an outhouse in January. With the sun making an appearance, it’s shaping up to be a decent day for a trip to the city—if you’re in need of groceries, supplies, or just feel like reminding yourself what traffic lights look like. Around here, we’ve got two fine hardware stores, but if you’re after things like fresh produce or, heaven forbid, something fancier than bologna, it’s a good hour and a half to civilization. As for Ruth and me, we’re all set. We stocked up a couple of weeks ago, and unless she suddenly decides we need something, I think I’ll be staying right where I am.

On another note, I spent the better part of yesterday holed up in my old woodworking shop, working away on them flutes I’ve been yammering about for the past week or so. Still plenty to do, though—turns out, making a flute ain’t just drilling a hole in a stick and calling it music. There’s a heap of tedious little details that require a fella to be on his toes every second. One slip of the hand, and just like that, what was supposed to be a fine instrument becomes next winter’s kindling.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s patience—well, most of the time. I’ll admit, if you were within earshot of my shop now and then, you might hear a few words that’d make the air turn a shade of blue not found in any paint catalogue. But that’s woodworking for you—one minute, you’re humming along like a well-tuned saw, and the next, you’re having a heated discussion with a stubborn piece of wood that refuses to cooperate.

At any rate, I’ll be back at it today, hoping to make some real progress. If all goes well and I don’t end up adding too much to the firewood pile, we just might have a nice batch of 20 wooden flutes ready in a couple of weeks. But… well, let’s not count our flutes before they’re played!

So once again, it’s time for my morning breakfast, followed by our usual morning chat over a hot cup of cocoa. Funny thing, I never get tired of these little rituals—just me, Ruth/my lovely wife, and the quiet hum of a world that, for the most part, minds its own business. After fifty-some years together, we’ve got things figured out pretty well—living life how we want, doing things when we feel like it, and not losing a wink of sleep over what anyone else thinks about it.

Some folks spend half their days worrying about keeping up with the Joneses. Me? I wouldn’t trade places with them for all the gold in the Klondike. There’s a certain freedom in knowing that the only schedule we keep is the one we set ourselves. If we feel like working, we work. If we feel like loafing, well, the porch chairs are always open for business. And if the world wants to rush around like a chicken with its head cut off—well, that’s their problem, not ours.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, my cocoa’s getting cold, and Ruth’s already giving me that look that says I better quit writing and get to sipping.

“Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW

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Good Morning! I’ve seen the future, and guess what? It still starts with a strong cup of coffee and a bit of hard work. Which I will be doing a bit later on

Well, here we go again, folks. Waking up this morning in Cottage Country, we’re looking at cloudy skies and a few lazy flurries drifting down. Nothing to get too excited about—sure not enough to have me dragging out the old snowblower. And that’s just fine with my wife and me, seeing as we’re still feeling the effects of the last round of shovelling.

Today (Thursday, Feb 6): Off and on snow through the day, might see a couple of centimetres (an inch or so) pile up, but nothing major. A bit of a breeze picking up later on. High around 29°F (-2°C), dropping to 9°F (-13°C) tonight.

Tonight: Staying cloudy with the chance of a few lingering flurries. Cold, but not the worst we’ve seen.

Tomorrow (Friday, Feb 7): More clouds hanging around, not much in the way of sunshine. Temperature will hover around 24°F (-5°C) for the high and dip down to 7°F (-14°C) overnight.

All in all, a typical February day in the north—nothing we haven’t handled before. Best keep the wood-stove fed and the coffee hot.

If you’re heading out this morning, Highway 522 has a light covering of snow with some icy spots here and there. Nothing too serious, but enough to keep an eye on, especially in the shaded areas where the sun doesn’t hit. As the morning moves along and temperatures rise a touch, things should start to melt, making for better driving conditions.

That said, it’s still one of those mornings where a little extra caution wouldn’t hurt. Some folks will be taking it slow, while others will be in a hurry like usual—until they realize that ice doesn’t much care how fast they want to go. Best to give yourself a bit of extra time and take ‘er easy. No sense rushing just to end up swapping stories at the tow truck yard.

Yesterday, well yesterday I had big plans to spend the day out in the old woodworking shop, but after stepping outside and feeling that bitter cold, I decided my time would be better spent indoors. So, I parked myself in front of the computer and worked away on some stories for the newspaper. Turned out to be a pretty productive day—at least in the writing department.

Today, though, things have warmed up some, and with my shop stove perking away as I type, I reckon it’s time to head back out and get to work on them flutes. I’ve found over the years that stepping away from a long, tedious job now and then does wonders. Gives the mind a chance to reset, and sometimes, when you come back to it, things just seem to fall into place—well, most of the time. Other times, you just end up staring at it, wondering what the heck you were thinking in the first place. But that’s all part of the process.

So, with that, I’m off for my breakfast—once again, prepared by my lovely wife. After that, we’ll settle in with our usual hot cocoa and have a good chat, just the two of us. And then, well, who knows what the day will bring? We can plan all we want, but in the end, the results are always a bit of a mystery. Sometimes, the best part of the day is just letting it unfold.

You all have a great day and:

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW

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Good Morning From: Where the Air’s Cold, the Coffee’s Hot, and the Roads Ain’t Always Paved!

I have to tell you folks, she’s a cold one this morning here in cottage country. Rolling out of bed, the thermometer was sitting at -28.9°C (-20°F), and by the time I made my way to the woodworking shop, it had dropped even further to -32°C (-25°F)—the coldest morning so far this winter.

Weather for Port Loring, ON

Today:
Mostly sunny with clouds limiting the sunshine.
High: -6°C (21°F)
Low: -10°C (13°F)

Thursday:
Periods of snow, accumulating 2-4 cm. Breezy in the afternoon.
High: 0°C (33°F)
Low: -10°C (14°F)

A real taste of winter out there—stay warm, and if you can, keep the coffee hot and the fire going.

Highway 522 is snow-covered, which makes things slicker than a fresh-caught trout. With it being this cold, the salt ain’t doing much besides sitting there, looking useless. In some ways, that’s a good thing—at least it ain’t chewing through the old cars like a beaver on a pine log. But with what they’re spreading on the roads these days, a truck’s lucky to see its tenth birthday before it’s more rust than metal.

Damn shame, too, ‘cause they sure ain’t cheap to replace. Used to be a working man could save up and get himself a decent set of wheels. Now? You just about gotta sell a cow, a chunk of your back forty, and maybe your best fishing spot just to afford one. And they call this a great country we live in. Well, the land’s still great… but the folks running it? Let’s just say they could use a little more common sense and a little less hot air.

And for the locals, well they are handling the cold in their usual ways—some better than others. You’ve got the ones bundled up like they’re walking across the Arctic, only to waddle ten feet to the woodpile and declare it “too damn cold for this nonsense.” Then there’s the stubborn bunch, strolling around in a flannel shirt like it’s a breezy fall day, claiming, “Meh, seen worse.” Seen worse, sure—but that don’t mean frostbite ain’t creeping up on ‘em.

Truck/car batteries are dropping like flies, and you can hear the groans of engines that ain’t quite sure they want to wake up. Shovels are getting a workout, and snowblowers are roaring to life—well, the ones that actually do start. The rest are just sitting there, refusing to work like a teenager asked to take out the trash. And don’t even mention the outhouses—this is the kind of cold that makes a man/woman reconsider all their life choices before sittin’ down on that seat.

Even the wildlife ain’t sure what to do. The ravens are huddled together like they’re plotting a takeover of the nearest chimney, and the squirrels? They’re probably second-guessing burying half their stash three feet under the ice. But truth told—it’s just another day for us hardy folks!

On another note, yesterday my wife and I rolled up our sleeves and tackled the driveway and decks, clearing that fresh snow that piled up overnight. Took us most of the morning, and by the time we were finished, I figured we’d earned a good long rest. But, as it turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Truth be told, we didn’t slow down much for the rest of the day. I was kept busy tending to the fires in both the shop stove and our old wood furnace, while my lovely wife was still at it—cleaning, cooking, and keeping everything running smooth as always. She never sits down for long that woman, no matter what is going on. There’s always something to do, and she’s got a way of getting it done without so much as breaking a sweat. It’s like she’s got a never-ending supply of get-up-and-go tucked away somewhere.

And when I think about it, I didn’t sit much either. Ended up heading out to the woodworking shop for a couple of hours, fiddling around with projects. So, I guess we weren’t really all that tired after all. Just needed a change of pace.

With that, I’m off for breakfast—waffles this morning, made by my lovely wife. Now, she’s got a real gift in the kitchen. Those waffles? They’re better than any fancy restaurant could serve, and I swear they taste even sweeter than they look—must be something in the air or maybe just the way she works her magic. After that, we’ll kick back with our hot cocoa and have our usual chat before the day starts.

Well actually—I guess the day’s already in motion—me writing away and her in the kitchen making sure everything’s just right. So yea!! Just another day in our little corner of the world, and so far, it’s a good one, at that.

You all have a great day now. Take it easy, keep that coffee hot, and if you’re lucky enough to be inside, stay warm!

“Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW

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Good Morning! Ain’t it something’ how life can surprise you if you give it half a chance and let it unfold?

It’s another cloudy morning here in Cottage Country, and we’re seeing a bit more snow. So far, about an inch has fallen—nothing worth waking up the snow blower or shovels for just yet.

Weather for Port Loring, Ontario:

Today (Monday, Feb 3):
A bit breezy this morning with mostly cloudy skies throughout the day. Expect a high of 34°F (1°C) and a low of 10°F (-12°C) tonight.

Tonight:
Cloudy and cold with temperatures dropping to 10°F (-12°C). Light winds making it feel even chillier.

Tomorrow (Tuesday, Feb 4):
Mostly cloudy and colder, with a high of 17°F (-8°C) and a low of -7°F (-22°C) overnight. A real taste of winter settling in.

Might not be a big snowstorm, but winter isn’t done with us yet. Best keep an eye on the sky and the woodpile stocked.

Highway 522 is snow-covered this morning, with some icy stretches just to keep things interesting. Travelling won’t be the smoothest ride, so best to take it slow and keep both hands on the wheel. That said, with temperatures set to rise above the freezing mark later on, we might just see some pavement before the day’s out—if Mother Nature’s in a good mood.

Of course, nothing’s ever guaranteed in these parts. The weather changes faster than a rumour at the hardware stores, and if you ask around, you’ll hear plenty of stories about how winters used to be worse—though somehow, the fish were always bigger, the roads were always clearer, and the snow was always deeper. And if the roads don’t clear up, well, it’s just another good excuse to stay home and put another log on the fire.

If you need to go anywhere early this morning: Drive safe, and keep an eye out for those who think winter tires give them permission to test the laws of physics.

On another note, once again, I worked the day away yesterday in my old woodworking shop, making a new batch of flutes. Actually, I had a good day, with everything working out as it was supposed to for a change. Funny how that is—some days, things go smooth as a well-planed board, and other days, it’s like trying to drive a nail with the wrong end of the hammer. But that’s woodworking for you—patience, a sharp chisel, and knowing when to walk away before the wood or your temper splits.

Today, I’m planning to pick up where I left off yesterday. Making these flutes is a long process—one week in so far, with at least two more to go, maybe three. We’ll see how the wood and my patience hold up. But at any rate, it keeps my hands busy, my mind focused on the good, and away from the not-so-good things life’s been throwing my way lately. There’s something about working with wood—shaping it, listening to it—that has a way of quieting the noise of the world, even if just for a while.

So with that, it’s time to wander on into the kitchen, where my lovely wife has, once again, worked her morning magic—fifty-some years of breakfasts, and somehow, they always taste better when she makes them. Alongside it, there’s our usual steaming cup of hot cocoa, rich and smooth, a little tradition we’ve kept going longer than some folks stay married.

We sit, hands wrapped around our mugs, talking about everything and nothing—how the weather’s shaping up, what the birds are up to outside the window at our feeder, and maybe even a story or two from days gone by. It’s a simple thing, but we found that simple things tend to be the best. Then, once the last sip is gone and the spoons rest in empty cups, it’ll be time to see what the day has in store—because no matter what I’ve planned, life out here always has a way of tossing in a surprise or two.

You all have a great day, and don’t let the little things ruffle your feathers. Whether you’re working, resting, or just watching the world go by, take a moment to enjoy the simple things—like a warm drink, a good chat, or the way the snow settles on the trees.

Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW