Ah, blackfly season, then skeeters, then deer flies, then... another joy, although, a necessary one in the big cycle. Fishing season starts here on Friday. A tin of corn shall be employed.

Aw. I am listening to the cancellations on the radio and they just announced another 10 to 15cm with blowing snow. And the plow just went by. And it's that heavy, sticky crap. Of course, I suppose I should feel sorry for wee birds who have arrived from southerly warms a wee early. Must go throw out some grub under the apple tree prunings. Yeah, I feel better already.