We’re looking out over the lake from the deck of Elsie’s cottage, bundled up on this the first unofficial long weekend of the summer. What had started out as perfect weather, cloudless, unseasonably warm, has now rained itself into a sodden last thirty-six hours. Continue reading
“The big VD, Em.”
“Oh my. What?”
“Victoria Day. May Two-Fer.”
“Ahh, right.”
“Canada’s unofficial summer kick-off. Except in Quebec. All celebratory fireworks, I trust?”
“I had a lovely 2 day weekend, M. And you?”
“Pretty much as you’d expect with a toddler and wee infant in the house. Like every other weekend except longer, thanks for asking. Just two days for you, though. What happened on the third?” Continue reading