April 27th, 2022 Wednesday This morning I thought I would wait (impatiently) until the sun warmed up the garden and then I would go and poke around a bit!! But the sun was traitorous, and hid behind one of the many clouds that came to cover the blue sky, - and it was so promising while I had my breakfast. Ah well, there is tomorrow, and I hear my loom clapping its treadles together as it anticipates an afternoon of weaving. I am anxious to put some seed in the ground. The sweetpeas, and some sunflower seed to cover the backfence and give some privacy while one lounges around with some iced tea, or a favourable substitutue|! What comes to mind is a cool gin for a five o'clock refresher! However, I need the pleasant offer of a ride to the garden shop before I can go and buy so many of the things that my heart desires!!!! The blue china tub that sits at the side of the front verandah, and all the pots on the backyard patio are waiting for me and my wallet to go to Don and Anna's garden shop!!!! Youngest son is a good prospect, - and willing........ Maybe tomorrow...... or the next day... (I'm sure that youngest son will read this....) In the meantime I think I will make a cup of tea and take it in to sit beside the loom while I weave a bit.....

April 26h, 2022 While having afternoon tea and listening to Leon Redbone and his rendition of old songs and new songs in his lovely languid way I reached behind me and took from the 'library' shelf a book of poems by Ogden Nash, - a book that was one of my contributions to our newly married library collection (it was rather sparse). However, knowing that the book came from my shelves before we were married in 1945 will give you some idea of how long I have cherished Ogden Nash ...how much this book represents pleasant times as well as olden times. And in the book I opened it to these words about the month of May, that is about to spring upon us... Do you hanker for April showers, Or a rarified day in June? Give me a grade A May day, And please deliver it soon. I am weary of branches naked, Creaking like lovelorn cats; The earth underfoot half baked, And the sun overhead ersatz Send me a balmy zephy To play me a rigadoon, And I'll gulp of my grade A May Day Till my hiccups hammer the moon. Leon Redbone and Ogden Nash - those two names will probably be enough to indicate my less than serious reading and listening habits....

April 25th, 2022 This is a special day for me - an anniversary. Seventy-nine years ago that I met my husband, - my beloved. It was an Easter Sunday, and after attending to my Sunday School class, my friend Norma and I had gathered together frying pans and pork chops and niblets to enhance a hike by the North Saskachewan river. Ah, little did I know that my whole life would be enhanced by the lovely airman we met that day! At the time Charles had been posted to the ITS training station, located on the University grounds. He had decided this Easter Sunday that he would stroll along the banks of the river, little knowing that a lifetime of commitment awaited him..... What a lovely day!!!! I was entranced, and looked forward to the date we made to 'go to the movies' the following Friday..... In a few weeks he moved on with his training as an RCAF pilot, being stationed in southern Alberta, - but it wasn't far enough away that he wasn't able to spend leaves in Edmonton and correspond on a daily basis. My letters to him bore the initials MAMRLH - which translated meant 'my airman's mail, rush like hell'. Shortly after Christmas that year he was posted overseas for training on heavy bombers and I have a box of blue airmails that bring back wonderful memories of a newly found and permanent love....we were married eleven days after he landed back in Canada in May of 1945. It is almost ten years since death parted us from this earthly life together. but I look around and find his pictures surrounding my desk in four different places, - his lovely, quirky smile. It fills my heart.....