I did an overnighter at Nairn Falls Provincial Park. Glad I got the tent up and a fire started before the rain began to fall.
Darn if I didn’t get my first camping injury in decades. I was sharpening the axe, and it was slick in the rain, and . . . nicked my thumb. Not a large cut, but deep.
We had a great time last week exploring the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village in Alberta. Wonderful collection of original buildings brought together on this site, and lots of period-authentic interpreters.
Saw lots of Yellow-headed Blackbirds at the Beaver Flats Conservation Area near Merritt, BC, a few days ago on my way out to the prairies.
One of the themes at the recent Editors Canada 2018 Conference in Saskatoon, SK, was indigenous issues, and several indigenous writers and editors spoke about the importance of “remember where you come from.”
This is where I come from.
An aunt found this embroidery, obviously meant for a Ukrainian men’s shirt, and she thought Baba must have embroidered it for me. So my aunt insisted that I take it, and when Yumi and I later drove up to the family farm, we visited Baba’s grave and I thanked her.
She lived a tough pioneer life for many of her years, and yet she had love and comfort for all.
And in the packet. . . It’s like she just walked away from it minutes ago . . .
