Good Morning, where the snow’s saying, ‘I’m baaack!’ and the cold’s saying, ‘I never left!’

We are waking up to some more snow here in Cottage country, and by the looks of the sky and what my old weather station is saying … we could get up to 8 inches or so. It will depend on which way the snow tracks. One thing is for sure, someone is going to get it. And from what I have seen over the years, if anyone gets snow, we do. But as I said, we will see what happens in the coming hours.

Highway 522 does have some snow covered areas, and a few icy sections throughout, which is to be expected with the snow we did get the other day, along with the colder temperatures.

Small Town Humor: You know, they say in small towns, everyone knows your business. Hell, I found that sometimes they know it before I do!

On another note once again I worked here at my computer writing up a couple stories for my newspaper columns, and today being that it is snowing, I think I will carry on with another couple. I will also head on out to my woodworking shop in a bit to put some more wood in the stove, as I like to keep it warm through the winter months, just in case I have an urge to make a few things.

I can’t forget a bit on Politicians: Why did the old farmer say politicians are like weeds?
‘Cause no matter how much you try to get rid of ’em, they keep popping up!

With that I am off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has prepared for me.

And remember, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink – unless you’ve got a salt lick handy, or …. a carrot or two.”

You all have a great day! GW

Good Morning, where the sun’s greeting us with open arms like a long-lost friend, but the cold’s giving us the cold shoulder!

Yes it is a cold one waking up here in Cottage country, but as I said, the sun is shinning which makes it feel a lot nicer. The temperature at the time of this post was sitting at … -17.4 C | 0.68 F

Highway 522 does have some icy sections throughout, especially going towards Highway 69, but it’s always that way, or so it seems. I find that time slows down driving on Highway 522 chocked up to all the neat things you see along the way. It’s not just about getting from point A to point B; it’s about enjoyin’ the journey, one mile at a time.

Politician Humor: “Back in my day, politicians were like hens in a hen house, always clucking, never laying any eggs! They haven’t changed all that much over the years.”

On another note, yesterday, my wife and I managed to get our driveway cleaned out and the snow off our decks. Took us a bit, but we enjoyed the fresh air and the exercise was nice too. In part.

Today, well, I never really know what I will be doing, I reckon you could say I’m like a prospector with a rusty shovel, digging for nuggets of wisdom, occasionally striking it rich, and always discovering little treasures along the way! Life is sure interesting to say the least.

With that, I am off for a bowl of porridge that my lovely wife is making for me.

Have a great day, and remember: A fence that’s built to last is built one post at a time. Take each day as it comes, GW

Good morning! Where last night’s snowfall turned the town into a picture-perfect scene straight out of a holiday card! Actually better.

So we all woke up to some snow here in cottage country. I would say so far we had 6 or so inches. Which means I will have to wake up our snowblower a bit later on today or … wait until tomorrow. It’s still snowing, so I will wait till it has it out of its system. The good news is, the snow is real light, which will make shoveling a lot easier.

Highway 522 is snow covered throughout, and so far this morning I have only seen one truck roll by our home. But If you are planning on going somewhere today, remember: Fresh snow is as slippery as a politician in election season! Keep a grip and stay safe!

Dad would sometimes tell me tales of winters past, about when the snow was piled so high that it covered the fences and turned the world into a sparkling wonderland. “Why, you couldn’t tell where the yard ended, and the sky began!” he’d say, his eyes twinkling with the memories of what it was like when he was growing up. I would smile, knowing … that, in the north, winter isn’t just a season, it’s a way of life. As it is here in Cottage country today.

On another note, I worked once again here at my computer, writing up a couple more stories for my newspaper columns. I like to get a few ahead so I won’t have to be sitting in the house when the warm weather arrives. I do enjoy writing, though, and look forward to bringing words to life. But I must say that this winter so far, I have been doing more things outside than I was doing. Which is a good thing, as it keeps the mind spry and body moving, and I sure need it. And with the snow we had overnight, my wife and I will be getting some more exercise a bit later on in the day, or tomorrow.

With that, I am off for a bowl of porridge and a piece of toast that my lovely wife has put together for me, and then will see what the day has in store.

I hope you all have a great day, and remember: “You can’t milk a cow by whispering sweet nothing’s. Sometimes you have to roll up your sleeves, grab a bucket, and get your hands dirty – just watch out for the kickback.”

You might have had to milked cows by hand to understand that statement. GW