Wednesday, 25 March 2026

What Happened to Spring?


     I guess I should have kept my mouth shut about all of those various signs of spring that had begun to appear.  This morning we woke up to 12-15 inches (30-38 cm) of fresh snow and a temperature of -8°C (17°F).  There was no painting for me today, as soon as I had finished breakfast I had to go out, crank up my snowblower, and start clearing the driveway.

    I spent 1 1/2 hours maneuvering the machine around, trying to see where I was going while a lot of snow was spraying back into my face.  I was not able to entirely complete the job, but I did managed to clear all of the areas that we needed to get up to the road.

    First thing I always have to do in the morning as soon as I get up and dressed, is carry Kona outside to pee.  It always maddens me that she just doesn’t immediately get down to the business at hand, instead she starts forcing herself (she can barely move herself) to some distant area that she finds appropriate.  Its painful to watch her try to walk (scoot), and even more painful watching her try to do it through deep snow.

    Today, after she tried to find the right place, she gave up and didn’t pee, so I carried her back inside the house and cleaned off all of the snow that was clinging to her.  I figured once I had cleared some of the driveway, Kona would have an easier place to move around in, while she searched for the perfect place to pee, and that was what happened, after I got done clearing the driveway.  

    The photo below shows Kona sitting in the deep snow, after giving up on her first attempt to pee.



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Tuesday, 24 March 2026

Who Came Around Last Night?


     There is usually a lot of nightlife activity that goes on around here after dark, that we don’t know anything about.  One of the interesting things about snow, is that it can give you a clue about who had come for a visit.  The photo above shows the track of a Timber Wolf that had ventured around our place.   Usually the animal tracks I come upon, are not as exotic a wolf; normally they belong to more common critters. 

    The thing that got me going on animal tracks was finding the tracks of our neighbor’s cat, who likes to live its life outside.  On my many trips walking around our pond I have many times noticed that the cat seems to have a regular nighttime circuit that includes the path circling my pond.  The cat heads up by behind my greenhouse, across the yard, and then makes a beeline for my barn.  The cat seems to make this circuit several times a week.

    Immediately below is a trail left by a Field Mouse and at the very bottom, tracks of a Snowshoe Hare.




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Monday, 23 March 2026

Red Heart by James Alexander Thom


      This is a novel I have been wanting to read for years.  I had enjoyed reading several of the other novels written by James Alexander Thom, based on historical figures who had existed in the early settlement of the midwest.  I had become aware of Red Heart years ago, but hadn’t been able to find it, until I discovered it as an ebook in Apple Books.  

    The novel is based on the life of Fanny Slocum.  The novel begins In 1778 with five year old red-haired Fanny living with her pioneering Quaker family in Susquehanna, Pennsylvania.  During an Indian attack, Fanny was kidnapped by the three Indians, who killed and scalped one of her older brothers.  The Indians gagged Fanny and carried her off on horseback, traveling quickly for days, before they eventually getting her to an Indian village.  There she was given to an Indian woman who had had her daughter killed by Whites when they had earlier attacked the tribe.  

    As time went by, Fanny slowly learned the tribe’s language and she slowly adapted to her new life with the tribe.  Her red hair was was always an attraction with the other Indians in the tribe.  While initially missing her birth family, she soon found love with her new mother, and began to really enjoy the freedom she found living with the Indians, which was not as restrictive or structured as her life had been with her Quaker family.  She began to see that the Indian culture was similar to that of her Quaker family, with their values of peace, kindness, and honesty.  Fanny loved being part of the religious ceremonies for planting and harvesting, even though they were so different from the religious traditions she had known as a very young child.

    Although Fanny was accepted and became a member of the village, the Indians in her village hated Whites, and it didn’t take Fanny long to see why.  The Indians worked hard to grow the garden crops needed to get them through the hard winters, but time after time, White armies would attack the villages in the fall, before they could harvest, burning their gardens and their wigwams.  This forced the tribe to retreat further and further away from the Whites, and having to start all over establishing a new village.  This destruction occurred, year after year, as the white settlers, took over more and more of the Indian’s land.

    With another white army about to attack the village, Neepah, her Indian mother who Fanny had come to love, arranged to have Fanny sent away to live with Neepah’s elderly parents who lived in a village near Niagara Falls.  Neepah, who had stayed behind to help protect their village was killed by the Whites.  Neepah’s death was very traumatic, for Fanny, but she soon found love and became the adopted daughter of Tuck Horse and Flicker, Neepah’s elderly parents.

           The attacks of the whites continued year after year, destroying the wigwams, crops, and Indian villages wherever the Indians tried to establish them.   White traders sold the liquor that destroyed Fanny’s first husband, and later one of her children, who was killed by a young drunken Indian.   Fanny soon learned to hate whites too and never trusted  them.  She hid herself from them, fearing they would take her sell her back to the Quaker family she could hardly remember.   

            Red Heart covers a fascinating and untold story, full of the history, the struggles, and the culture of the Native people of the time.  I found it immensely interesting and enlightening.  I was very touched toward the end when Fanny an old woman in her seventies, finally got to meet her two brothers and a sister who were still alive.   Fanny Slocum  lived an amazing life, and I happy that James Alexander Thom, had presented it in such a readable and gripping novel.


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Sunday, 22 March 2026

Kona, Waiting for her Food


     With her terrible hip dysplasia, Kona’s life has become very restricted.  She can’t do much on her own now, and needs my help to carry her from place to place.  What she still can do is eat, and even though eating has always played an important part in her life, now it has really become her most central focus.

    Yesterday, when I was in the kitchen preparing her dinner, I happened to glance into the living room, and there was Kona on the couch, her head resting on the arm of the couch, watching me with great intensity, anxiously waiting for me to get done fixing her food, so she could e\\\


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Saturday, 21 March 2026

The First Sprouts of Spring


     With all of the craziness of the weather, I find it reassuring to find that Nature responds the way that it should.  This morning I was happy to discover that the first green sprouts of spring have dared to show themselves.  Their buried bulbs are planted in the narrow strip which lays between our sidewalk and our house.  That face of the house gets direct sunlight in the morning and the heat radiating from the house’s sunlit wall warms the area, giving the bulbs an incentive to get growing.  

    I am never quite sure what these initial sprouts are until they develop a bit further, but I am just happy to see a tiny bit of the newly discovered bright green color of the buried flower bulbs.



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Friday, 20 March 2026

Springtime in the Rockies


     Welcome to Spring.  Up here in the Canadian Rockies, today’s official start of Spring does not really mean anything as far as the weather is concerned.   Spring is a season of weather changes as part of Spring’s transition, and we are certainly experiencing that.  After many days of rain, this morning we woke up with snow covering the ground.  At present, it is raining again.

    The cartoon is one of my early ones, probably drawn in the first part of the 1980’s.  No doubt it was inspired by a more extreme weather transition, than we are getting today.

    I took the photo below this morning on my walk around the pond.  The pond ice is melting around the edges, and this shows the open water on its way to the pond’s outflow.  The remains of the old fence is part of the fence that existed in the 1970’s when we bought our property.  I didn’t take it down when I had the pond built.



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Thursday, 19 March 2026

Population


        Back in 1970, I remember reading a book called “The Population Bomb”, which discussed the fact that the human population was growing faster than the food supply, and that meant big trouble ahead.  The book got quite a bit of buzz, and so did the phrase, “Stop at Two” that encouraged people to not have any more than two offspring.  Both the book and the phrase are long forgotten, and in the 50 years since then the population has doubled in size.

        Population is at the root of so many of the world’s problems today...hunger, poverty, wars, and environmental degradation, but it is rarely discussed, because it might upset people’s religious, and cultural beliefs.  Religions and cultures that give all the power to men are one of the basic causes, since birth control can be available throughout the world.

        Everyone alive deserves the same high standard of living that is available in the developed world, but statistics tell us that presently the US alone uses up 25% of the worlds resources.  There are just not enough resources in the world for everyone to live the way North Americans do.  It spells mega problems ahead for everyone, except the ultra-wealthy.

       I have  read that the number of people living today, is greater than the total number of people who have ever lived, and died, on this planet.  That scares me, because there seems to be no apparent concern or solutions.

        Tragically, there are prominent and powerful people today who are actually pushing for increases in population (preferably for them: the White population).  Men, like Elon Musk and JD Vance are two proponents of more people.  Today’s world, with all of its increasing limitations, brought on by climate change, leaves our earth struggling and unable, to provide for all of its current population.  The last thing the only planet we can survive on needs, is more people.


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