I don't have a lot of memories from my early days in Saskatchewan. We left when I was seven. I remember I had several friends from my street and we often played on the big manmade "hill" at the end of the block. I also remember the winters when I went off to kindergarten and …
“I See Skies of Blue, Clouds of White!”
I mentioned in my recent post "Where There Is Fire...," that smoke has been traveling down to the coast from a horrific number of wild fires all over my province of British Columbia, Canada. The skies have been gray with no clouds or view of the mountains. The sun and moon have been strangely colored …
