President & Editor in Chief
Well here we go – it is now officially Fall 2014. That beautiful season when we still have the warmth of the sun to remind us of leisurely and lazy days of summer. But each night there is a slight nip in the air and when we awake in the morning we want to curl under the covers just a little longer. The minute our feet hit the floor, to start the day, we need our fuzzy slippers. And yes, it is harvest time – a glorious kaleidoscope of orange, yellow, red and brown which has so many shades of colour that most of us don’t recognize it as brown anymore. Each day the colours on the tree change and the carpet of grass is sprinkled with more and more pieces of gold. Some fall days, as the rain pours down making all the colours glisten and sparkle, there seems to be a vast amount of mud that wasn’t there in the summer. Today it is a rainy Sunday morning as I sit at the kitchen table watching my golden retrievers, Max and Sam, tentatively tip toe across the lawn this morning. Hank our lemon beagle appears to be allergic to water and is looking at me from the doorstep – “Don’t make me go out there, please,” his eyes appear to be saying. “I may melt, can’t you see it is raining.” Thank goodness he loves the snow or we would have a real problem. I remember as a child when we went back to school, in the first week of September, there would come a day when our teacher would say, “Okay class today we want you to write about ‘what you did this summer’. Well here was an opportunity to put into words that wonderful experience of “summer holidays”. Pencil poised, I was already eager to write and away I would go – telling great stories of spending time at the lake with my grandmother and grandfather and the few cousins I had. Then there were my dad’s barbequed hamburgers and mom’s white cake with cream cheese icing that they made for my birthday party in July. There always arose the question of just how many hamburgers girls could really eat compared to the boys. Climbing the cliffs in Kinsmen Coulee and looking for rattlesnakes as we played in the caves. Swinging on the tire across the river and banging into the tree on the way back because I forgot to jump off, slumber parties and putting water in the wheel barrow to lay in so I could get a better sun tan (had heard this from a friend). Then there were climbing trees, long hikes, popsicles and ice cream cones, and of course I could go on but it is more important to talk about this summer, the Summer of 2014. Well what I did this Summer was move to a new home, climb over boxes, meet the neighbours, unpack and then try and plan a new household while getting the Harvest 2014 issue to the printer. Then I had to throw two dinner parties inviting 20 people each so I could meet more of the wonderful neighbours – fun was had by all apparently and yes you can make “Spaghetti Bolognese” for 22 people and double layer chocolate cake. Also I learned that when it gets too cold outside you can put three tables in my kitchen and sit all the guests in a weird arrangement and continue on with dinner. My dogs have met the two weimaraner dogs next door and they all bark at them to come out so they can chase each other between the black wrought iron fences. Max forgot our fence ends before theirs and learned the hard way how to stop quickly. Now he does a wide circle.