Nature at My Doorstep

Yesterday I was reminded how blessed I am to live in such a wonderful place surrounded by wildlife on a daily basis.   My riverfront location lends to the presence of many different species.

Beaver on My Pond

Beaver on my Pond

Last evening I finally spotted the Beaver making his way down the river to the stand of young willows which he likes to ‘nibble’ on.  I swear that he must be 5 feet long!  In 2009, he came up from the river to my frozen pond for ????  (honest, Graham, he really DID!)  Of course, everyone knows that the Beaver is the national symbol of Canada, ever since the time of the fur traders – but did you realize that the beaver is a member of the rodent family?   Poor fella, he was really struggling against the strong current but making progress nonetheless.  I was glad to see him just swim on by and not stop at any of my trees again.  I’ll have to go for another walk to the ‘Private Prop’ swamp to see his home…..

Beaver chewed branch @ River

The Great Blue Heron is absolutely huge in stature!  When he flies over the yard, it looks like a prehistoric Pterodactyl is invading the neighbourhood.  He stands at least a meter tall when he’s at the edge of my pond debating which fish to try to eat.  I’ve installed a ‘Scarecrow’ water device at the edge of my pond, which is supposed to scare off wildlife by a burst of water (and my grandchildren or myself get soaked more!).  But it seems like the heron loves water and this doesn’t faze him one bit.  I’ve also added “Scare ’em” bird tape that I bought at Lee Valley Tools:  12 inch streams tied onto 1 meter bamboo poles, delicately blowing in the wind or long, twisted  lines of it around the pond which shimmer and shake at the slightest breeze.  Nope, my resident Heron isn’t bothered by any of it.  The only recourse I eventually take is to put a net on the water in the pond to protect the fish.  I know that right now the Heron is recently back from his long migratory voyage and is hungry – BUT there’s a whole river to choose from!  Why my puny little pond?

Mallard Ducks @ Pond

I’ve woken up a couple of times this week to find a pair of wild Mallard Ducks swimming in my pond.  This ‘couple’ have been springtime residents of our neighbourhood for a few years now.  They arrive in early April from their southern home and visit everyone’s property, nest somewhere, raise their young, then go off for another year.  The other day, Mr. Duckie was strolling down the road without a care in the world when I attempted to drive by.  I slowed way down to a crawl until he annoyingly moved slightly over so I could pass.  Thanks.  It reminds me of the time that we had 6 wild ‘pet’ ducks who we started to feed breadcrumbs and scraps to,  at the river – they would even waddle right up to the house if we were tardy!  They stayed till hunting season……

Last winter I had a new visitor to my yard:  a Red Tail Fox.  Actually there were a pair of them I would see on my walks throughout the winter, but I’ve yet to see their kits/babies this spring or them for that matter.  I think that the low snow fall amounts enabled them to venture further out this winter.

Fox at Front Steps

A few years ago there was a yearling Black Bear in the neighbourhood.  He was just curious about the new ‘city’ neighbour’s bird feeder I think (welcome to the neighbourhood!).   Then about 5 years ago, my son excitedly claimed that him and his friends saw a bear while bike riding.  “Riiiiight” I said skeptically.  Then that very evening on our walk, we saw the young bear run across the road right in front of us, headed towards the river for a drink perhaps.  Exciting!  Then on our way back, he skittered back across the road into the forest on ‘Geoff’s farm’.   But the most exciting bear sighting was the one about 20 years ago in our own backyard:  it was around 8 pm and the kids had just come inside from playing out back all day long when I looked out and saw a 3 year old bear saunter across the yard.  I phoned the neighbours immediately just in case they had their dogs tied outside.  This bear actually climbed up my neighbour’s stairs to their patio doors!  Then afterwards he just leisurely strolled back through our property and into the forest……….

'Sentry' Tree Frog

This time of year, the frogs are ‘waking up’ from a long winter’s nap.  I’ve already heard Spring Peepers which I love listening to after dark.  And of course there are a kazillion Leopard Frogs everywhere!  There are many Bullfrogs who inhabit my pond too.  I think they come up from the river bringing with them ‘river’ fish eggs which hatch in my pond because I’m forever catching them and returning those minnows to the river.  These huge bullfrogs love to sun themselves on the rocks surrounding the pond.  Other frogs which I often see are the Grey Tree Frog and the Wood Frog – who knew there were so many types of frogs!   And lets not forget the Toads.  I have alot of toads especially in my garden ever since I stopped rototilling it every spring.  I’ve also seen a few Blue Spotted Salamanders.

Mourning Doves on Clothesline

Of course, we have a huge variety of birds in the area: Heron, Seagull, Bluejay, Cardinal, Oriole, Scarlet Tananger, Chickadee, Goldfinch, Nuthatch, Mourning Dove,  Downey Woodpecker, Hairy Woodpecker, Piliated Woodpecker, Crows, Starlings, Kingfisher, Quail, Turkey, Osprey, Red-tail Hawks, Sparrows, Swallows, Ruby Throated Hummingbird, etc.  There are several birds that seemed to have disappeared from my area like the Evening Grosbeak…..  I love filling my birdfeeders  with  ‘black oiled’ sunflower seeds and putting beef fat in my suet feeders all winter long.   I don’t feed them in the summer since it attracts ‘unwanted’ wildlife.  I only fill my hummingbird feeders with sugar and water all summer long.

Occasionally, White Tail Deer come out of the woods and onto the property to snack on my hostas and ‘windfall’ apples on the ground.  I usually don’t have a problem with them helping themselves to my vegetable garden unlike some of the neighbours……’touch wood’.  I have seen wild rabbits too.

Deer on Front Lawn

My former neighbour “the Ronster” always claimed that the only wildlife around here were my 7 children…….lol



On Being A Midwife

My 8 year old Granddaughter telephoned me last night to share something that happened at school.  She had a substitute Teacher named Mr. “M” and he recognized her last name and mentioned to her that I (her Gramma) had been their Midwife.  Ah, yes, of course, I recognized the name immediately…….I delivered little ‘Max’ over 25 years ago.   And last summer, at my Granddaughter’s soccer game, one of her team mate’s Mother told her that I (her Gramma) was her Midwife for all 5 of her children….  And maybe she could ask me to come to a soccer game sometime…..  It got me thinking about my ‘other life’ as a Midwife, before I ‘retired’…..

It seems like another lifetime ago, that I practised Midwifery.  I first began helping nursing Mothers, who had so many difficulties breastfeeding, in 1977.  It noticed that most of these problems were iatrogenic (‘hospital-caused’) in nature.  So it seemed like the logical step to help women avoid this situation in the first place, was to assist them at the time of the birth of their babies.  In the early 1980’s, hospital birthing was not family/women oriented, but mostly medical.  It was very difficult to assist a woman during birth in a hospital setting.  After having my own baby born at home, I knew there WAS a better way for both mothers and babies.   In the early 1980’s I began to assist other practicing Midwives and Doctors in my area, at home births and continued to assist at hospital births with ‘midwife friendly’ doctors only.  The entire time, I continued to update my education via courses, conferences, and workshops as there was no other way at that time.  The best education was the apprenticeship mode that I experienced.  I began attending births as a Primary Midwife and eventually took on an Apprentice to assist me and the birthing family.

In 1986, when I was expecting my 5th child, I decided to reduce my workload and ONLY take on clients who were planning on Home births in the countryside within an hour of my home.  Instead of doing prenatal (before birth) appointments at my client’s house, I had them come to my home.  I’d put on a pot of herb tea and had some homemade muffins,etc …..and I’d space each prenatal visit one hour or more apart.  Often they’d overlap, but it gave the families a time to share abit.   I still have the books in my personal ‘library’ that I’d loan out to parents.  Complete, detailed records were kept of the Mother’s medical history, Prenatal information, Labour Record,  Birth record, and Postpartum (after the birth) record.  I was also responsible for completing the provincial Birth Registration form.   I belonged to my local, provincial, and international Midwives’ Associations where we adhered to international Standards of Practice, Risk Screening Protocol, Ethics Code, etc.

Weighing a Newborn

As a Midwife, I could tell you lots of stories!  Here are a few:    One time I got called to a birth in the middle of the night during a raging snowstorm.  I finally made it to the clients’ country home through blizzard-like conditions.   Their long inclined 1/2 mile laneway was full of snow so I had to park on the country road and  trudge up the laneway pulling my Midwife’s bag in my baby sleigh.  I got there just in time…..  Then there was the time when I assisted a blind client with the hospital birth of their baby – my ‘Scope of Practice’ included walking  their seeing-eye dog outside the hospital on several occasions in addition to delivering their baby!  All in a day’s work……  I’ll always remember the very first home birth I attended solo:  another big snowstorm hit and I got the call (why do so many labours happen in the middle of the night!?).   Normally it was only a 10 minute drive, but that night it took me 45 minutes to get to the Mother’s house.  Her plan was to birth in hospital after labouring at home with my assistance since she’d previously had a cesarean section for her first child.  When I arrived, it was pretty obvious that the birth was imminent and she gave birth very soon after with no complications.  I could go on and on……   Being a Midwife meant always being ready to go at a moments notice, even on Christmas Day or in the middle my son’s birthday party (both happened).

First solo Home Birth delivery

During those busy years, I also spoke to groups at high schools, parents’ groups, colleges, and even international conferences.  I also served on a number of provincial, national, and international boards.   However, after my 7th child was born in 1994, I no longer volunteered to serve on Boards or do speaking engagements since they always took me away from home.  Over the years, numerous articles about me and my Midwifery practice  were published in many local papers .

Rather than seem like I’m conceited or something, I’m going to quote what my clients had to say in the wonderful thank you letters I received:

*  “… far as we are concerned, what you gave us before, during, and after (especially during) the wonderful experience is beyond words in value.    Thank you.”

*  “It meant alot to us to have you as our Midwife again… to have someone as dedicated as you are…..for your skill and compassion.  We have great confidence in you and your abilities.”

*  “Thanks for all you have done for us.  Your professional caring work as our midwife was wonderful”

*  “We are so grateful.  Without your inspiration, faith, and love, we could never have experienced the joy and fulfillment this last birth gave us.  You are such a ‘giving soul’.  I am always amazed.”

*  “Words to express how much it meant to me to have your calm strength, assurance, and know how.  I knew I could have complete trust in you to help us through.”

*  “Your guidance and support throughout the pregnancy and labour helped us to achieve the ‘natural birth’ and experience we had hoped for.  Keep up the good work so others can share in the joy of a GOOD birth.”

*  “We’re convinced we couldn’t have done it without your help.”

*  “…..because of his fast arrival, your presence made the difference and the outcome was a joyous event.”

*  “…..all the time you took talking to me on the phone and long discussions, childbirth classes, your presence when I called you, your care of Morgan, your gentle hands and kind voice during our son’s birth and the time you gave us after his birth – your care and concern for my health and well-being …..and all from the heart.  We love you for it.”

I have hundreds of letters like these…….

Siblings with Newborn brother

I’ve been ‘retired’ since 2003 and think fondly of those crazy, hectic times of being a Mother-Midwife.   I have to say, though, that I DON’T miss driving through snowstorms in the middle of the night……

Rainy Day Walk-about Pictures

Today’s post is simply a visual feast of pictures taken on my walkabout in the rain. The temperature is only going to get to 4 C today and it’s rainy again, so there’s not much for me to do outside today other than admire the beauty.

Stream at my Pond

I started off down by the pond. Everything is coming up SO fast! Ferns that were still asleep in the ground yesterday are now unfurling about 3″ a day!

Ferns unfurling

As I walk beside MY green bouy, I am fondly reminded of the day last summer when Marty and Taylor brought home the green bouy that they had spied for months: it had been caught up along the edge of the river and they struggled to bring it home – with the canoe! The boys told me that it was okay : ‘rules of maritime salvage’ they claimed. Then, after I had decided where exactly I wanted it, Taylor dragged it up from the river and dug a 3-4 foot hole and ‘installed’ it by my pond.

Green Bouy

I walked past my new raspberry bed and felt pleased with it’s progress. My old berry bed was looking abit…..alot bedraggled. I was feeling quite guilty but reminded myself that raspberries get old after 25+ years….. Then I spotted the pile of feathers on the grass and felt sorry for the poor bird that met its fate right there…..perhaps by the feral black cat in the area.


As I made my way down towards the river, I paused to inspect the Crabapple tree I planted a few years ago beside the chicken pen. I wanted a crabapple tree since the blossoms are gorgeous in the spring. Our municipality gives homeowners a free tree annually if you apply – they even deliver it to the end of your laneway along with a bag of compost and topsoil!

Crabapple Tree

Down by the firepit, I lamented over the ever growing pile of branches to be burned/made into kindling….

Burn Pile

At the river, I was sad to see my lobster trap falling apart. I got that lobster trap about 15 years ago down home in New Carlisle, Quebec, from a ‘cousin’ who had hundreds of them. Apparently, the lobster fishermen were all going with modern, square traps rather than the handmade hoop traps. Now the poor thing has seen better days….

Lobster Trap

I went on the dock to check things out…..a huge ice flow pushed it over abit so it needs straightening out…..and it’s abit unstable on top of its side post. So I didn’t venture out onto it too far.  The river is SO low!   I think we have a muskrat down there as the ground at the riverside is mushy/hollow feeling – a sure sign of muskrat activity.

Life Under the Dock....low River

A stroll beside the ‘play house’ revealed Bee Balm plants leafing out beautifully. Their scent is amazing if your rub it between your fingers.

Bee Balm

At the corner of the garden beside the big boulder I dug out a few years ago, are the garlic chives ready to eat. Their seed pods are still intact, rising above the plant like a sentry.

Garlic Chives Seeds

And the blueberry plants are beginning to get their leaves.


Finally, up at the house, I noticed one of my Japanese Maple trees beginning to form leaves. It’s debatable whether these delicate trees can survive in our climate and I used to burlap-wrap every single one of my seven trees for the winter. But a few years ago, I realized that they’d better ‘toughen-up’ around here or ‘out they go’ since I wasn’t getting any younger……and they’ve been just fine.

Japanese Maple Tree

Ooooh, that was a damp and chilly walk-about!  I’d better add another log to the fire…..

View from the Dock

Battle of the Attic

I’m sitting here in the middle of a war zone……well not really an actual War Zone.  But I’ve been trying to figure out what kind of war is happening this morning up in my attic.


Snow April 23rd

Early this morning at daybreak, I heard some faint noise and thought maybe it was the wet snow dripping off the roof…..overnight the rain changed to snow and so far we’ve accumulated a few centimeters of wet, heavy, slushy snow.  Then just after 7 a.m. I began to hear children running around upstairs……except I live in a bungalow and don’t have an upstairs AND my children are mostly grown up!!  Our cat kept running from place to place, looking for something.    Well now, in the last few minutes, this ‘faint’ noise has turned to all out war in my attic!  I expect it’s squirrels fighting for territory – I’ve had squirrels in the attic before.  I’ll have to take a walk around outside and look up to the roof and try to see any little footprints in the snow leading to any small crack in the soffit or siding that they could get in….. 

Okay, I’m back inside now after taking a walk around the house to look for ‘squirrel doors’.  Unfortunately I didn’t see any little footprints in the snow on the roof, but my eyesight is not the best anyway so there could be some there but I just can’t see any from 25 feet away.  I did notice a crack beside the brick chimney that a squirrel might be able to fit through…..

Everywhere I went outside, I kept getting struck by ‘blobs’ of wet heavy snow falling off the trees or house –  SPLAT !  it would land on my hat.  I decided to unhook my Pond rain barrel hose since  the pond is almost overflowing, and just let the melting snow and rain, water my shade garden.  I took a few pictures of the snow on some of my plants.

Poor tulips

The poor tulips are laden with heavy snow, but were smart enough to close up their flowers.

Fiddlehead wants to Curl up



Little fern fiddleheads looked like they just wanted to retract and curl up again to get away from the snow.







Up at my kitchen garden, the lettuce was well protected and snuggy under the glass storm window.

Lettuce in Cold Frame


Before I came in, I decided to empty one of my overflowing rain barrels beside the woodshed since there’s nothing to water with it anytime soon.  Then I saw my wheelbarrow full of Miscanthus ornamental grasses that I forgot to replant last week.  Oops!

Now that I’ve been inside typing for a few minutes, my fingers have finally thawed out…..silly me, I forgot to wear gloves outside and it was bloody cold!  All the while, the squirrels in the attic are still having their battle and the poor cat is still trying to figure it all out.  I know I’ll have to get them out of there really soon since they can be SO destructive and will be having their babies imminently.  WOW what a battle thought…….running back and forth, body-slam WWF style!

And I hate to think of what they are doing to my insulation…..

Marsh Marigold @ Pond


April Gardening

Today I got busy after lunch outside in the 10 degrees celcius sunny day.  I started off with a sweater on but quickly shed it as I warmed up.    First I went down to the pond and ‘backwashed’ it to water my new raspberries.  I can see little leaf nodes on them all so I’m very pleased that they seem to have ‘taken’ in their new bed.  Next I dug out a dozen large Ostrich Ferns that I had made a mental note of last year – they had crept around the pond, way beyond the area that they began in.  These ferns grow about 4 – 4 1/2  feet tall as well as spread every year so it was time to get control before they began to unfurl to fiddleheads.  I replanted them immediately in a shady spot near the deck.

Next I went over to my raised-bed ‘kitchen garden’  and buried my “compostables” which I had brought out earlier.  I added another portable section onto this ‘compost bed’ and covered it with an old storm window to keep the dog out.   While I was there, I planted some lettuce seeds in the bed that already had lettuce coming up from last fall.  Finally I planted the new Rhubarb that my new friend Val gave me  -thanks ‘Farmgal’-  right beside my kitchen garden.

Orange Daylily

Orange Daylily

Since we are expecting rain for a few days, I decided that this was a good time to move some daylillies to their new spot at the front ditch.  This ditch is the bane of my existence!!  The older I get, the more difficult it is to maintain because it is steep.  I know that my youngest child is finishing high school this year and may, some day,  move away on his own.  Right now, he cuts the ditch for me easily and in just 10 minutes.   I can handle all the rest of the yard maintenance on my own, but this ditch is literally very painful for me to mow.  SO, I decided to change out the grass for orange daylillies and variegated Goutweed that eventually will fill in and I’ll never have to mow.  I’m not removing the grass – are you kidding, that would be too hard!  I’m just moving the new plants and digging them right into the existing grass.  It sure is slow going though.  The other day, I planted one 75 foot row of variegated goutweed near the top of the ditch and the next day, suffered “repetative stress disorder” in my right wrist.  Well, okay, the arthritis didn’t help…..  and digging and sitting on the slope, bumming my way along was ALOT of work.  Today I replanted 50 day lillies about a foot lower than the row of goutweed, which filled about 2/3’s of the row.  I estimated that I’ll need to re-plant 300 Day Lillies and a couple hundred Goutweed plants/roots on the one side of the ditch.  And it’ll likely take 3-4 years to fill in enough to start choking out the grass.

Dew on Miscanthus G.

Dew on Miscanthus Giganteus

Val had also given me some Apple Mint, so I planted it right beside the hydro pole near the ditch where it can spread as much as it wants.  One more thing I wanted to do before I came inside was to move some of my Miscanthus Giganteus to a spot along the fence in the backyard.  This type of ornamental grass is the spreading type not the clumping type and boy does it spread!  I’m trying to stop it from taking over a patch of Purple Coneflowers so I thought I’d dig it out and replant it.  The root system is massive and solid on these plants so my shovel had to be sharp and I had to be ruthless.  I probably should never have planted that clump where I did in the first place…….   Well after struggling with this digging, I needed a break so I just moved the wheelbarrow full of Miscanthus beside the woodshed – I’ll plant it tomorrow morning.

Now it’s 4 o’clock and ‘break time’ is over.  It’s time to start thinking about making supper:  barbequed steak, fried onions,  yummy potato wedges, and carrots.  I expect that by the time I get this all done, it’ll be time to walk the dog and get ready to watch the Stanley Cup Playoffs  (Go Sens Go!).

After being awake since 5:30 a.m., I hope I’ll be able to stay awake long enough to see who wins the hockey game……yawn!

Thanks to my sons Marty and Melvin for taking some awesome garden pictures!


Lists.  I have lists for everything! Hard copy paper lists.  I buy a 5 pack of list pads from the dollarstore which lasts me about a year.  Of course I have an ongoing shopping list right here beside me, handy to add anything immediately, that I can think of for my next trip into town….   And each store has its own page.  I have a lists on my fridge including dates of the Stanley Cup playoffs, emergency contact numbers (for my kids),  my daughter Kristi’s contacts list……..those lists might be abit hard to find amongst the drawings by my children and grandchildren (from DNA to dinosaurs).  I have garden lists this time of year holding the names of veggies I am planning on growing in my garden including rough sketches.  I have a ‘gardening journal’ where I keep a record of my gardens, weather, temperatures, and outcomes, every year.  In the back of this Journal, I have…..lists:  lists of the names of Pond plants, Shade plants, Hot-Dry-Sunny plants, Wet loving plants, Veggies to look for, Garden ‘Recipes’,  etc.

I have an entire book of lists of family and friends names, addresses, phone numbers, and email accounts – after all, what would happen if my computer ever crashed and I lost all this information!  And I have a very special list called ‘the very important paper under the keyboard’ which was my original list of internet/email account names!

I’ve had one list for decades:  it’s my ‘Wish List’ which includes things like an Excalibur Dehydrator,  Berkshire Water Filter, and Solar Panels, the higher ticket items…..  I think that list is just in my head now.

New Raspberry bed

New Raspberry Bed

This year for the first time, I DON’T have an outside “to do” list.  I seemed to fret over this list, usually at night when I can’t do anything outside anyway.  So this year I decided to just forget the list and DO IT!  Every spring, there’s a number of things that have to get done outside anyway, like leaves, the pond, cutting down ornamental grasses, or taking down driveway markers.   So with that in mind, I’m just plugging away this year at those tasks plus any others that I’ve wanted to accomplish this year like planting more raspberries (check) and digging out variegated goutweed from my shade garden and planting it in my front ditch (in process).

I actually feel more mello and calmer…..  I see that I’ve already scooped leaves from the pond,  removed the leaf net, and added 21 fish that were overwintering in my coldroom;   set up my rain barrel hose to empty into the pond;  set up one of my rain barrels (it’s already full after one rain storm);   planted a dozen new raspberries in their new bed, mulched them with leaves and held those down with sticks that I picked up from all over the yard…… Yup, I’m feeling pretty accomplished!  I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not quite the middle of April yet.

However, I must remained focused without a written list because it’s very easy to get distracted:  it’s tempting to try to do another job when I’m walking by, even though I’m in the middle of one.  I just keep reminding myself:  “focus, focus,  you’ll get to that….”  So far it’s worked!

I think that Lists run in the family:  I know my sister Betty is a list person and my daughter Nellie asked me for one of my list pads so she could start her own list.

……, where is that list pad again.  I have to write something down…….


Easter Weekend Memories

When I was a little girl, Easter was a big deal.  We always went to church every single Sunday and I actually loved Sunday School.

Good Friday was always celebrated by a hike for us kids.  We’d pack up a lunch…..or maybe our Mom did it for us…probably.  Then we would start out with other neighbourhood friends for our annual Good Friday walk down Queenston Road, Hamilton to Stoney Creek Battlefield.  It must have been about 10 kms or so each way along mostly rural roads.  We talked and laughed along the way and had a great time.  At the Battlefield, we ate our lunch and climbed up and down the stairs to to “lookout”, which was closed down at the time.  After hanging around for an hour, we headed back home.  When we got to Red Hill Creek, we often cut through the woods to get home.  It was a great day and eventually always ended in rain showers (well that’s what my memory says).

New Easter Clothes c.1959

New Easter Clothes c.1959

Easter Sunday was equally memorable.  I can remember one Easter especially when I was about 7 years old:  all three of us girls got new dresses, socks, shoes, gloves, hats, and spring jackets for Easter Sunday church.  I don’t EVER remember getting an entire outfit like that!   My Mom was a stay-at-home Mother and my Dad worked 2-3 jobs to support our family in the ’50s, so to get an entire outfit was really something special.  We lived in new, low-income, Post World War II housing at the edge of the city with forests and creeks in our ‘backyards’…..  I honestly don’t remember the Easter Bunny, but do remember our coloured, wicker Easter Baskets which we kept throughout our childhood.

Easter 'Eggs'

*  After I grew up, married, and had children of my own, Easter took on a new significance.  I became the “Easter Bunny” much to delight of my children.  We’ed cook eggs and the kids would colour them.  As they got older, I’d hide candy throughout the house, late Saturday night, for the children to find Easter morning.  I stopped hiding jelly beans when I discovered that our cat had been licking them through the night and the dog just ate them!  Foil wrapped little football eggs all the way, plus some marshmallow-type eggs (and the pets spent the night out in the mudroom).   It’s always SO funny when someone finds an Easter ‘egg’ months and months later, forgotten in it’s hiding spot.   My two youngest children still at home (17 and 20 years old) don’t hunt for hidden Easter eggs anymore since I can’t stay up later than them to hide them…..

Easter has been full of ‘Events’ too.  While at Gramma and Grampa’s in the mid-’80s, my third son Taylor tried to get an easter egg hidden up on the fireplace mantle.  The footstool he stood on,  twirled unexpectedly and down he went, landing on the fireplace tools.  He had quite a gash in the back of his head, so off we went to the local hospital for stitches.  Fast forward to the mid-’90s when my seventh child, Melvin fell down the last two steps trying to keep up to his siblings during the Easter Egg hunt.  We spent Easter Sunday at the hospital as he broke his elbow and had to be put into a cast.

Nowadays, Easter weekend is abit more low key.  This year, the family is gathering here for Easter Dinner on Saturday.  It sounds like it’s going to be a nice day outside so maybe we can spend some time outdoors at the river, perhaps straightening up the dock.  It’s even dry enough this year for a hike to ‘Warriors’ – my childrens’ “secret” fort……

I hope everyone has an enjoyable Easter weekend!

Spring @ the River


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