“I’ve had a little mishap here.”
There was a lot of crumpled paper on the floor, the theme music would falter, and you could see this was all pretty difficult for him.
Ferdinand followed Duke around all day, trying to chase cats with him and bark when visitors arrived.
It’s so long ago, it’s probably safe to tell the story now.
The community hall is one of the very last places where we are allowed to get together and make something out of nothing, just for the fun of it.
On a farm with fencerows and five acres of bush, wood is basically free.
There is one stubborn neuron in this neighbourhood’s collective brain that will not die and it makes people refer to my house as The Old Currie Place.
My son came home one weekend early last spring and asked, “Why don’t you plant some grapevines here on the farm, Dad?”