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Morning. I learned as a kid, that if you want to see who your real friends are, invite them to help stack firewood. I’m still waiting for a few to show up.

Backwoods Weather Report – Port Loring, Ontario

Well folks, it’s a mild start to the day here in our corner of the bush. The temperature’s sitting around 58 °F, which isn’t bad for this time of year. The air’s on the damp side, and it feels like the kind of morning where you can’t quite tell if it’s warm or cool. The sort of day where a light jacket feels right, though you’ll likely shed it before lunch.

The barometer’s also sitting low and steady this morning, which usually means the weather’s undecided. Could turn wet later, maybe just a soft rain or a mist that hangs in the trees. And we can’t forget the wind as it’s still sleeping, not much moving except the odd leaf falling across the driveway.

All in all, it’s one of those easy mornings where the world seems to be taking a breath before it changes its mind.

Nature’s Signs:
The squirrels were already at it before sunup, racing along the fence lines with cones in their mouths. That kind of hustle usually points to a damp spell coming. Along with them the chickadees are chirping up a storm at our bird feeder, so it’s not moving in just yet. When they go quiet, we will know the shift in the weather is about to start.

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On another note: Yesterday, I put in another full day working on my new batch of Native American flutes. I have to say, judging by how things are shaping up, I’m going to have some pieces that’ll turn any true music lover’s head. Honestly, I’m not sure where the designs are coming from this time around. Feels like inspiration is just flowing steady as I work. I’ve been at this for a while now, and each flute seems to be taking on a character of its own. It’s exciting to see where this creative streak leads.

So what are you up to today, GW?

Well, today once again I’ll get back to my flutes. You have to keep at things when the iron’s hot, when the ideas are still coming fast and your hands remember yesterday’s rhythm. Walk away too long and you lose something. Not the skill exactly, but that thread of momentum that carries you from one piece to the next.

Truth is, when a creative streak shows up, you don’t ask questions. You just clear the bench and get to work.

With that, I’m off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has made for me, then onto our cup of tea. We buy it from England, very tasty, and we enjoy it while we have our morning chat. Then I’ll head on out to the shop. Nice thing is the way the weather’s being warm and all, might be able to leave the shop doors open.

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Until the next time, keep your minds open and your stories alive. GW