not familiar with it...... It's beautiful farmland in this area, and home to Sandy's family. I am off tomorrow to attend her memorial service; there are a group of us going from Moncton, flying Westjet. It will be good to spend some time in that area, it's 15 years since I've been there.This is one of my all time fav pics of Sandy - I took this sometime in the 80's on the family dairy farm at PC. Sandy is wearing her Dad's overalls... It sure won't be the same without her there... but we will be laying her ashes to rest on the grounds of a beautiful little stone church, just up the road from the farm. She will be back to the land she loved.
It's also Mennonite country- I love just driving through the countryside, looking at the farms and watching for horse-drawn buggies....I hope to get to Shakespeare, St. Jacobs and possibly Elmira, and into a few Quilt Shops, if I'm lucky . I'll give you a full report when I return...
Piece,
Linda
"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing each other" ~ de Crescenzo












OK, I'm getting sidetracked here.... this was supposed to be about the Easter Bunny. I was looking at my bowl of smocked eggs this morning, amazed that a year has passed so quickly - last year Easter was early, in March. Laura was in Ottawa on a weeklong program at the Terry Fox Center - "Encounters with Canada" is a great program for highschool youth, bringing young people from across Canada together for a week to explore todays issues and problems, as well as the opportunity to meet others from all over the country. She returned home on Easter Sunday, (after a long 40 hours with no sleep) by train...quite the experience.... a week that she will long remember...friendships that will be long-lasting..... Anyway, another year is gone.. and spring is upon us again, with rising floodwaters..the Easter Bunny better be careful where he "trods"..or he'll have muddy wet feet.... Speaking of bunny paws, tomorrow I'll tell you the story of bunny tracks at our house when Mark and Laura were little....





