So many choices, so long a winter
That’s right. Someone got that song back into my head last week after I spent three years getting it out, so I thought I’d spread the joy.
Anyway.
I am fortunate enough to live in the small corner of Canada that was not created by some ancient vengeful weather god to separate those who are tough from those who are grizzly kibble. Vancouver is what people optimistically term “temperate.” We have a lovely summer, which is warm and sunny and pleasant. On a good year, summer will last eight weeks. We also have a rainy season, which lasts for the rest of the year. And I believe that as of today, my friends, rainy season is upon us. Continue reading
My One Precious Life 