Good Morning! You know, over the years I have found that the deeper you dig, the more you realize there’s no bottom to some things—life’s just one of those endless questions.

It looks as if we are in for another nice day here in Cottage country. The sun is slowly burning off the mist over the lakes and valleys, which once again is sure a sight to see with all the fall leaves out in full colour.

Highway 522 has picked up now that Thanksgiving is over, and it’s not just the leftover turkey drawing people out of the woodwork. With hunters entering the picture, it’s like the woods got an invitation they couldn’t refuse. Trucks with trailers, ATVs, and an endless stream of camo-clad folks looking for that trophy ???are making their way down the road/s.

It seems that sometimes the highway tells a bigger story than we realize. Perhaps it’s not just the traffic picking up, but a reminder of the cycle we’re all part of, even here in Northern Ontario, where man and nature seem to collide with a sense of rhythm that’s hard to ignore. Makes you think, doesn’t it?

Moving along, yesterday I spent the day moving our old firewood, the pile I keep for the woodworking shop stove. Figured it was time to make it easier to get to when winter comes knocking. While I was at it, I finally got around to splitting those larger pieces—the ones I’d been eyeing for the past six years or so. Turns out, they hadn’t shrunk a bit in all that time. Kept me busy for most of the afternoon.

Now, hard work like that, well, it’s not for the faint of heart. But there’s something about the rhythm of it, like nature’s way of reminding me that even in the simplest tasks, there’s purpose. The day ended with a quiet sense of satisfaction, the kind you can only earn through sweat and stubbornness. Of course—my old body had a few choice words for me by the end, but that’s the price you pay, if you want things done.

You know, it’s funny how a stack of firewood can turn into a life lesson. Maybe it’s not just the muscles aching, but a reminder that I’m still in the game, still doing what I can in this little corner of Northern Ontario. Makes me wonder, how many of those pieces of firewood remember a younger version of me swinging that axe?

While I was busy with the firewood, my lovely wife was hard at work finishing up her last custom painting order for the year. She was smiling—she’s ready to dive into some other projects she’s been itching to start. I’ve got to say, her paintings are truly something to behold. And I’m not just saying that because I’m married to her. Honestly, I haven’t come across any other artist as talented as she is. You take one look at her work, and it hits you—this is what a painting should look like.

Truth be told, most of what passes for painting these days doesn’t impress me much. I wouldn’t even call them paintings; more like smudges of watercolor slapped on a canvas, as if that’s supposed to mean something. Yet somehow, folks have been swayed into thinking those splashes and streaks are beautiful. It’s a strange thing, how taste shifts over time, as if we’ve forgotten what true craftsmanship looks like.

But not me—I’m sticking with the kind of paintings that tell a story, ones where you can see the hand of an artist at work. A real painting shows you something new every time you look at it, and my wife’s work does just that. It’s got depth, feeling, and heart—none of this modern art nonsense where you have to guess what you’re looking at.

With that, I am off for my breakfast that my little woman is preparing for me, and will then get to enjoying this beautiful day.

You all have a great day and I will leave you with this to think on: “Isn’t it curious how we’ve come to accept so much less, not just in art but in life? Maybe we’ve been tricked into thinking smudges are masterpieces. And yet, here we are in Northern Ontario, still holding on to the real thing—be it firewood, paintings, or the simple satisfaction of a job well done. Makes you wonder what the world would look like if—we all demanded a little more.” GW

Good Morning! I’ve spent a lot of years wondering about life, and I’m still no closer to knowing it all. But- – – that’s the fun part, right?

Looking outside across the lakes, streams, and rivers where my wife and I live, the morning is a bit misty. But with the mist rising against the fall colours, and the sun shining just right, it’s truly a sight to behold. It makes a feller feel mighty lucky to be able to take it all in. It makes me wonder, though, how often do we take a moment to appreciate the beauty around us? Perhaps it’s in these quiet times that we uncover answers to questions we didn’t even know we were asking.

These days, Highway 522 is still pretty quiet, with mostly townsfolk out and about, looking for things to do and see. It’s just part of the small-town vibe, where life moves a little slower, and every day brings its own little adventures.

On another note, I got a lot done outside yesterday. And I have to say that It feels good when things go according to plan. I moved most of my firewood closer to the woodworking shop and even found time to tidy it up a bit. Then, I took a moment to enjoy a cup or two of coffee with my lovely wife, soaking up the much-needed sunshine.

With that once again I am off for my breakfast that my little woman has prepared for me, and will then head on outdoors.

You all have a great day, and I will leave you with this, that was told to me many years ago. “Every choice we make shapes our journey. Choose wisely and enjoy the ride.” GW

Good Morning! You know, to me life’s like the universe, expanding every day, full of things we don’t quite get, which in turn—keeps things interesting.

Waking up here in Cottage Country, I couldn’t help but notice the first real frost had painted the grass white. It’s a sure sign we’re stepping into that time of year when these frosty mornings will become a regular companion. Funny thing, though—the forecasts says we’re in for almost a week of summer-like weather. Makes you stop and think, doesn’t it? That maybe something else might be working away quietly behind the scenes.

Like the sun throwing off those solar flares lately, which makes me wonder if they’re nudging things along more than we realize. Could it be that these old cosmic forces are playing a bigger part in our shifting seasons than we give them credit for? At any rate, maybe one day we’ll figure it out, or maybe we’re already seeing the signs, but time always has a way of revealing the truth—whether we’re ready to see it or not.

On another note, I spent yesterday outside, getting everything closed up for winter. I winterized the cottage and took care of the shower house. I even packed away the pump I had running the fishpond. I also added a new section to my lean-to for the firewood, making it easier to grab the softwood I had stored in another spot. It feels good to get everything ready, knowing winter is just around the corner. You know, there’s a simple satisfaction in preparing for the cold months ahead, a bit like preparing for life’s changes. Each piece of firewood stacked, and every task ticked off, feels like a small win.

Today, I’ll be waking up my old mower and tackling the task of moving firewood from point A to point B. Should make for an interesting day—though I suppose it’s all in how I look at it. Even a simple chore can hold its own rewards. It’s a good reminder that sometimes, the little things we do can lead to something bigger down the road. Here’s to making the most of it, one piece of firewood at a time!

With that I am off once again for my breakfast that my lovely wife has made for me, and will then head on outdoors.

You all have a great day and remember: “Each moment is an opportunity, so grab your cocoa/coffee and enjoy the journey ahead!” GW

Good Morning! You know, when it comes to life, I kinda figure I’m on the scenic route now—lots to see, not much to worry about.

To kick things off, I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! My wife and I had a nice one, especially with our boys and grandson dropping by for a visit. We had some good conversations, and they even helped me sort out a few tech problems, it’s always a bonus when you’ve got tech-savvy kids! We also enjoyed a turkey dinner with a couple of homemade pies to top it off. All in all, it was a weekend to remember. Actually, even the weather played along, giving us a chance to sit outside and soak up some much-needed sunshine—something we’re definitely short on up here in the north.

Highway 522 quieted down a bit over the holiday, but it’ll be bustling again soon, with hunting season’s coming up fast. I used to be out there every year, rain/snow or shine, but these days I leave it to the younger folks. From now till Christmas, though, it’s not the best time to be wandering the bush unless you’re dressed head-to-toe in neon. Trust me, I’ve seen a few too many close calls to take any chances.

Truth told, I’m more about hunting down a good nap these days!.

Today, I’m planning to get a bit more outdoor work done, with winter fast approaching. I still need to close up the cottage and the shower house, rototill the vegetable gardens, and plant a row of garlic for next year. On top of that, I’ve got to move some softwood from the bush closer to my shop so it’s easier to grab once the snow starts flying. Better to get it done now while it’s easy. So, plenty of tasks left for this old-timer and his lovely wife!

And hey, once I have finished maybe my lovely wife and I can reward ourselves with a little downtime by the fire, as after all, even a couple of old-timers deserves a break now and then!

So with that I am off for my morning breakfast that my little woman has prepared for me and will then head on outdoors, after I finish my hot cup of cocoa of course!

You all have a great day!! And as my old Dad used to say, “George, keep in mind that life’s like a field—sometimes you’ve got to plow through the weeds to find the good stuff!” And, here in Canada, there are a lot of weeds these days. GW

Good Morning! You know, at my age, I’ve learned one thing, and that is that most of life’s problems solve themselves if you give ’em enough time. Or—you forget about them!

Starting things off it’s a bit cloudy here waking up in cottage country, and the weather has cooled down quite a bit, but—not cold enough to get me to lighting my wood furnace. However, we have been turning on our oil furnace for an hour or so in the mornings, as my old bones feel better when warm. For those who don’t quite understand that last bit—being young and all—just give it a few years. You’ll then know exactly what I mean without me needing to explain it.

Highway 522’s gotten busier lately, the reason being all the hunters rolling into our area. It’ll stay like this right up until Christmas. As for me, well, I don’t hunt anymore. Maybe it’s age, or maybe it’s that the cold just bites a little deeper now. Or–perhaps it’s that over the years, I’ve lost my taste for pulling the trigger. The truth is, If I want something, I’d rather pick it up at the store than out in the woods. Funny how time changes a man, things that once brought excitement now seem better left in the past.

On another note, my wife and I took a trip to North Bay yesterday to pick up a few things for Thanksgiving. We did manage to snag a nice Butterball turkey at a decent price at Metro. It sure pays to shop around—Independent was selling them at $2.99 a pound, while Metro had them at $1.99. Quite the difference in price if you ask me!

While we’re on the topic of turkeys, I’ve noticed a lot of folks these days are opting for the pre-stuffed ones. Now, I’m not saying you shouldn’t, but let’s just say those stuffed birds have a knack for building up things that isn’t all that good. In my mind, it’s always better to stuff it yourself just before popping it into the oven. That way, you can add your own spices, herbs, and as my wife always says—a little love into the mix. My wife swears by it, and I can’t argue, as her stuffing has me going back for seconds… thirds… and let’s be honest, I’ve been known to sneak in a fourth, especially with her homemade gravy drizzled all over it.

Damn, just writing about it made me hungry.

Today, well, I’m not quite sure what I’ll be up to. After a trip to town, it seems I need a little extra time to unwind. Maybe it’s because my wallet feels a tad lighter, as man, things sure cost an arm and a leg these days! Whatever the reason, I’ve realized that I need more time to relax after running around than I used to when I was younger. Not that I’m old, mind you! As I always say, you’re only as old as you feel. Think young, act young, and talk young. At any rate, if all else fails, I’ll just prop my feet up and take a little nap—quality relaxation is the key, after all!

With that, I am off for a bowl of cereal and a hot cross bun that my lovely wife is putting together, and then we will see what the day has in store.

You all have a great day and being so cloudy this morning, remember: “If you can’t find the sunshine, be the sunshine!” GW

Breakfast This Morning is an Egg On An English Muffin

Simple but very tasty!!

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Good Morning! Folks always ask how I’m still going at my age—I tell ’em it’s all about good habits and low expectations.

It’s a nice day here this morning in the north. The sun’s out, doing her thing, and what birds are sticking around for winter are at the feeder, and the fall colours—well, they’re showing off too. Reds, oranges, yellows—the kind of colours that stop you for a minute. The air is a touch cool, but the sun is balancing it out, making you just want to stand there and take it all in. All in all, it’s a pretty nice thing to see and feel first thing in the morning.

Highway 522 these days is slow at times, but as the day progresses, so do the people. I’ve also noticed there are a lot of motorcycles out and about, with riders eager to enjoy the fine weather while it lasts—and I can’t say I blame them. Having ridden motorcycles years ago, I’d describe it as the kind of day when you just want to feel the wind on your face, and see the road stretching out ahead. Kind of miss those days, with my black leather jacket—and my hair slicked back with Vaseline.

On another note, yesterday I worked outside all day, cleaning up my shop and tending to the gardens. It was a good day, in spite of the weather, and I got a lot done. Can’t beat a day living in the country doing the things you enjoy. That’s for sure!

Today, I’m not sure what I’ll be doing. It’s one of those days where I have a lot to do but don’t feel like doing any of it. You know—the kind of day where a to-do list looks more like a wish list? I kind of think that sometimes it’s just better to sit back, sip some coffee, and let the world spin for a while. After all, tomorrow is another day, and those chores will still be waiting for me.

With that I am off for my breakfast that my lovely wife is preparing for me, an egg on an English Muffin covered with some good old aged cheddar cheese. And after that, a cup of hot cocoa on the front porch. Why? “Just because I can!”

You all have a great day, and I will leave you with these few words that my old Dad said to me many times: “Work hard, but always take time to enjoy the view.” GW

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Good Morning! You know, the older I get, the more I realize, there’s no point in rushing, as the day’ll move along just fine without me.

It’s a cloudy morning here, and we’re getting some pretty strong gusts of wind off and on, which are knocking down quite a few of our fall leaves. It seems like it happens this way every year. On top of that, we’re in for some rain this morning and throughout the day. But despite all that, we might see a little bit of sunshine later in the day.

Yesterday, I worked the morning away at my computer, but in the afternoon, I managed to get a lot of outdoor work done. There’s still plenty to do, though—the vegetable garden needs tilling, and the grass is growing like crazy. We also have to close up the cottage for the year and winterize it, and I suppose it’s time to start thinking about putting the snow tires on the car. It feels early, but around here, the weather can change pretty fast.

On the bright side, we’ve got our firewood in for winter, and my little woman has been steadily putting away food from the garden. That’ll sure come in handy when the snow’s blowing, and it’ll save us quite a bit of money, too, considering how much groceries cost these days. I swear, every time we leave the store, my wallet’s a lot lighter.

As for today, well, it’s an adventure waiting to unfold. I do have some projects calling my name in the woodworking shop, so I might wander out there after a bit. But first, I’m going to enjoy the breakfast my lovely wife is cooking up for me, there is nothing like a little homemade goodness to kick off the day! After that, we’ll just see where the winds of fate take me. Around here, plans can shift faster than a breeze rustling through the leaves! Especially this time of year.

You all have a great day and remember to keep it simple and enjoy life! GW

“A Peek at Our Fall Colors Surrounding Our Property”

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Good Morning! You know, at my age, if you wake up achin’, it’s a good sign you’re still alive and kickin’.

Once again, it looks like we’re in for another fine day here in Northern Ontario, Canada. The leaves on the trees are sure putting on a show this year. If there was a contest for the best painter, ‘Aside from my Lovely Wife‘, Mother Nature would take the top spot. Walking around the property, I can’t seem to get enough of her surrounding beauty. The colors, the way the trees sway in the breeze, it’s a reminder of how lucky my wife and I are to live here in the north. Simple as that. Nothing fancy, just pure, natural beauty.

Highway 522 was a bit busier than usual yesterday, with hunters making their way into the area. It’ll stay like that until after Christmas, I figure. Still, it’s nice to see folks out and about, enjoying themselves while this good weather lasts.

Yesterday, my wife and I took some time to sit out on the front deck with a freshly perked cup of coffee. It was real nice, just enjoying the view of our property. After that, I finally got around to cleaning up the woodworking shop, it sure was a mess after all the work I’ve been doing lately. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Where would I be without it? My old Dad always said, “Tools are only as good as the man usin’ them,” and boy, he was right. Nowadays, you’ve got fellas with gadgets so fancy, you’d think they were fixing to build a rocket. But hand them a hammer, and you might want to stand back, or put your hard hat on!

On another note, today I’ve got some more outside work to do. With the weather being so nice, I can’t stand the thought of being cooped up inside. So after my lovely wife makes breakfast for me, I’ll head on outdoors. Hmm, maybe I’ll enjoy a cup of turmeric tea on the front porch first. Good stuff for keeping the inflammation down, which is something a lot of us old timers are all too familiar with these days. ‘It’s pretty hard to beat Mother Nature when it comes to her healing properties.‘

With that, you all have a great day, and I will leave you with this. “Your life and body are like a well-tended garden—take care of it, and you’ll enjoy the harvest for years to come.” GW

Good Morning! I’ve got a true story to share with you today, one that’s been on my mind for years.

I remember sitting on a stump by a creek with my old friend Gray Wolf. I was just a kid back then, not sure what to do with my life. My dad had sent me off to live with someone else, and I felt like he didn’t want me anymore. It hurt, but I didn’t know how to fix it.

Gray Wolf sat beside me, quiet as always. I looked up at him and asked, “What do you think about life? Mine sure doesn’t feel like much right now.”

He didn’t answer right away, instead, he watched the creek, letting the water talk for a bit. Then, in that calm, steady way of his, he said, “Life, boy, is like this stream. It don’t stop when it hits a stone. No… it moves around, finds a new path. You have to be like the stream. You make your own way, even if it twists and turns.”

I listened. He didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. The creek spoke for him, and I began to see that life wasn’t about everything going smooth; it was about learning to flow around the rocks and keep moving forward, no matter what.

Then Gray Wolf looked at me again, his dark eyes full of something I couldn’t quite understand at that time. “The path don’t matter much,” he said, “as long as you keep going. You choose which way. The stones… they help you find it.”

As I grew older, his words made a lot of sense.

I never forgot those words and you know—over the years I have found that sometimes life takes you places you didn’t expect, but there’s always a way around, just like Gray Wolf said. I have also found that sometimes, the rocks in the stream aren’t there to block you—they’re there to guide you.

So there you go, an event that happened many years ago. You can take it for what it’s worth.

On another note, we’re in the midst of a few clouds this morning here in Cottage Country, and we might see a brief shower or two. But after that, things should clear up, and the sun will be with us once again. I have to say, it’s a beautiful time of year. Truth be told, I even love the smell of the air right now. Everything seems to carry a touch of freshness—the earth, the trees, even the breeze feels like it’s whispering that fall is on its way.

Highway 522 has quieted down considerably, yet the locals still wander about, making their way here and there. There isn’t much to see, but somehow they always manage to find something to keep themselves occupied. It makes me scratch my head from time to time. But then again, as I always say, to each their own.

Other than that, I don’t have much to share this morning, other than, my wife and I managed to get the grass cut yesterday, and gathered a nice pile of leaves for the vegetable garden. Later, I’ll rototiller them in to help things grow next spring. It’s a good way to make use of what we have, and it doesn’t cost a thing!

With that I am off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has put together and will then see what the day has in store.

You all have a great day and I will leave you with this. “Life’s a bit like a good cup of coffee: take it slow, savor each sip, and don’t let it get cold.” GW

Good Morning! My old Friend Gray Wolf while sitting on his front porch one time said. “George the owl watches and waits—sometimes wisdom comes not from speaking, but from listening”

It’s a pretty good-looking morning here in Northern Ontario, Canada. The sun is slowly making it’s way higher in the East, and I have to say it sure looks nice with it shining through all the coloured leaves. That are all out in full force right now. Well—at least here where we live. And—by the looks of things that are taking place all around us, the weather will stay quite nice for the next week or so. Other than a couple of showers on Sunday and Monday. However, in saying that it has cooled down a bit, especially at night, but I am not complaining as it makes sleeping mighty nice.

My wife and I have been really busy for the past few days, getting our outside work done up for winter. I have also been writing up stories for my columns I write for, so I will have a few ahead for winter. My wife, well—she has been working steadily on finishing up some paintings that customers has ordered and if things goes to plan she should have them looked after by Thanksgiving.

On another note, we did take a trip to North Bay on Tuesday as we were in need of some supplies and groceries. We also picked up a nice turkey for Thanksgiving as all our family is coming home this year for a few days. While there, other than picking up our groceries we stopped off for a pizza at East Side Mario’s, enjoyed that with a drink or two, then stopped for a coffee at a local coffee shop and sipped on it while on our way home, taking in all the Fall Colours. I noticed that they are really out in full force in some areas, while in other places they haven’t started yet. Just goes to show you, no matter how much we think we can control things, Mother Nature has her own way of doing things. She moves to her own rhythm, untouched by what we humans want. There’s something kind of comforting in that, especially when you look at how our so-called leaders try to run the world. Makes you realize who’s really in charge

Highway 522 has slowed down a lot these days, but it is that time of year with the tourists staying close to home. I have also noticed that some of the folks that have cottages in our area have been closing things up, and a lot have been putting their boats away for winter. In truth, though, we can still get some very nice weather for the next few weeks or so.

On the flip side, our gift shop’s been bustling with folks stopping by to check out the unique items we offer. My wife’s paintings were a big hit this year—she sold most of her pieces and even picked up quite a few custom orders. She’s one talented gal, no doubt about it

With that I am off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has made for me, and will then head on out to my shop and see if our mowers are awake yet, as it is mowing day here for us.

You all have a great day and I will leave you with this. “The secret to a good life ain’t in having more—it’s in enjoying what you already have.” GW

The Sedum on our property is really putting on a show these days, along with all our other plants. It’s a never-ending display of what nature has to offer.

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Good Morning! My old Native Friend Gray Wolf used to say: “George, the quiet of the morning has a lot to say, if you’re willin’ to listen.”

It’s another beautiful day here in the North. The sun’s shining, the temperature’s climbing as I sit here typing, and there’s just a light breeze in the air. I’ve also noticed many of our songbirds have already left for warmer places, and it’s always a bit sad to see them go. My wife and I sure do enjoy watching them at the feeder every morning—and throughout the day, for that matter. But that’s life; things are always changing. It kind of reminds you to appreciate what you’ve got while it’s here. Weather-wise, though, I can’t complain—it’s been one fine summer.

On another note, I had planned to clean up my woodworking shop yesterday, but never quite got around to it. I ended up getting tied up at the computer, working on a couple of stories for my columns. But all in all, it was still a great day, and that’s what counts. My wife and I did manage to get outside in the afternoon and soak up some sunshine, which felt pretty good. Best to enjoy it while we can, as up here in the North, the weather can change on a dime.

On another note, we’ll see what today brings. Maybe I’ll finally get to cleaning my shop, or perhaps I’ll continue writing—or who knows, I might even work on another YouTube video. Truth be told, I never really know what I’ll end up doing. I seem to start in one direction and wind up somewhere else entirely. But that’s alright; it keeps life interesting.

So with that, I’m off to enjoy the breakfast my lovely wife has made for me. After that, we’ll see what the day has in store—although one thing’s for certain: once breakfast is done, my wife and I will be sitting on the front porch with a cup of hot cocoa, taking in our beautiful piece of property, before I tackle anything else.

You all have a great day and remember: “Life’s like a well-tended garden—take care of it, and you’ll enjoy the harvest for years to come.” GW

Our Sweet Orange Peppers Are Sure Tasty This Time of Year

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Good mornin’! Each day brings a fresh start—are you out there tendin’ to your dreams? Or— just plowin’ the same old field?

It sure is a beautiful day here in Northern Ontario. The sun’s just coming up, shining through the trees, lighting up the fall colours in a way that makes you stop and stare. The thing is— it changes with every passing second, and I can’t help but stand there, not wanting to walk away. There’s something about this time of year that gets to me, hard to explain. Makes me wonder how many folks miss out on these little moments.

Highway 522’s still slow, like it always is this time of year. But truth be told, there’s no other road I’d rather be on in the fall. It’s one of those stretches where you don’t have to hurry, giving you the chance to really take in all that nature has to offer. Every so often, a critter will wander across the road, or you’ll see one grazing along the edge. And with those fall colours all around, well, let me tell you, it’s a sight that sticks with you.

On another note, my wife and I got the grass cut the other day. With the cooler temps and heavy dew in the mornings, it’s been growing leaps and bounds. My wife has been saving the clippings along with the chewed-up maple leaves, spreading them across our vegetable garden, now that it’s done for the year. Once the leaves finish falling and the grass stops growing, I’ll till it all under, and that’ll give the garden what it needs for a good crop of veggies next year. No need for chemical fertilizers around here. After we finished up, we sat on our swing with a cold glass of water, just taking in everything around us. When it’s all done up like that, it sure is a sight to see. Gotta tell ya, “it’s a fine place to live.”

Today, I’m not quite sure what I’ll do yet. It’s a nice day, so I’m thinking about tidying up the woodworking shop to get it ready for some projects I want to tackle later this year. I also need to bring over some firewood from the bush beside the house. It’s pine, which is softwood—I don’t use it for heating the house because it builds up too much creosote, but it’s perfect for the old shop stove. I’ve always enjoyed working in the shop when it’s cold outside and snow is blowing around. There’s something about that old stove burning away that makes everything feel just right. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s a good feeling.

With that, I’m off for a bowl of cereal this morning—Shreddies for a change. After that, I’ll head out to the front porch with a cup of hot cocoa to share the moment with my lovely wife.

You all have a great day, and I will leave you all with this to ponder on. “A kind word is like a seed; plant it where you can, and watch it grow.” GW

Good Morning! You know— when people say George, “you can’t change the world, I tell them, maybe not, but I sure can change my corner of it.”

Well, it looks like we’re in for a bit more rain this morning. Sure can’t do much about it, so I reckon I’ll just let it be. It’s been steady, and by the looks of things, it won’t ease up till the afternoon. After that though, they say the sun’ll be poking through, and we’re supposed to have six days of decent weather ahead. I’ll believe it when I see it, as this time of year, anything can change at the drop of a hat. It seems like every season’s got its own tricks, and you learn to roll with it, living out here as long as I have.

I remember my old Dad saying once, “George, when you live here on the farm, you learn to take things as they come. No use fussing over the weather like they do in the city. We live day to day, one moment it’s warm as toast, and the next, there’s frost on the pumpkins. Keeps a man humble, knowing he’s not in charge— the thing is, nature’s running the show, and we’re just here for the ride.”

Highway 522 has slowed down some traffic wise with mostly locals roaming around. Which is normal for our neck of the woods, especially this time of year.

On another note, with the rain keeping me indoors yesterday, I spent the day tinkering away on the computer. Turned out to be a productive one. Felt pretty good to sit a spell and let the old bones take a break. They’re starting to feel a bit more like their usual self, which is a good thing because there’s still plenty of work waiting outside. Winter’s got a way of sneaking up on you around here, and if you don’t get ahead of it while the weather holds, well… you might just find yourself in for a rough go.

Today however being still raining off and on I am thinking I will spend another day writing up some stories, or I might just edit up another YouTube Video I made awhile back. I have to admit I enjoy doing those things, that is when it isn’t nice outside, as I hate being inside on beautiful days.

With that I am off once again for my breakfast that my lovely wife has prepared for me, and will then see what the rest of the day has to offer.

You never know what the day might bring; often, it’s the simplest moments that turn out to be the sweetest. Living out here where we do, away from the cities, I’ve come to understand that life isn’t just about the chores that need doing. Not by a long shot. It’s also about savoring those little things—the warmth of a good meal, the gentle patter of rain on the roof, and— the comfort of having a loved one like my little woman by my side.

You all have a great day and remember: “Every day’s a gift—just don’t forget to open it slow-like.” GW