Well, after a funeral service for Cecil Ditson, I’m now in Rosetown. The evening meal was with my mom and dad, and my wife Jill. We’ve chatted and sent an email. Now we are relaxing and I’ll head back soon.
As I was driving over, I crested a hill just past Netherhill and coming to Brock. As I searched the horizon I was struck! This is the usual place I turn to Jill and tell her how beautiful the prairies are. I think it must just take that amount of driving before I unwind and can actually look at the horizon. And it is beautiful!
Today the grain is turning. The fields are turning white. Another week or so and we’ll be watching combines swath and winnow (I think we still use that word) and clean the grain. The straw and chaff will eject and the grain will find it’s way to a bin, awaiting shipping to world markets. And that’s just one of the industries that maintain our patch of ground called Kindersley!
Hey, send out to Ontario a picture of that lovely peaceful prairie. (remember how I said how could there be any sin in Kindersley ??, and you laughed !!)