Ah, Canada. We are hearty/hardy folk. Where the men are men and the deer are nervous. Where we are all sheltering in place, waiting for our political leaders to brief us every day on the status of the Covid-19 outbreak. I’ve stopped watching American news because there is very little good news. I well remember the frightening days of the Viet Nam war, when we’d get daily body counts every evening. Our local hares have been frolicking back and forth across the lawn, in their spring ‘dating’ rituals. There was snow on the deck and lawns this morning but it’s melted now. Barbecues, fertilizer and lawn furniture have been on the showroom floors of every big box store for months, but with this lockdown,…
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