Well here we are. .
waving goodbye to all our friends who visited our land.
I thought about airing some dirty laundry but in the end. .
it all looks pretty clean from where I sit.
Sure. . and didn't we feel a bit bad about the spring weather.
How did we know that it would be such a no show winter for us?
While we've been pretending that it is still winter up in the mountains and in Vancouver. .
down on the farm ..
we've secretly been mowing lawn and drinking coffee outside in the sunshine.
I found the games to be a pause in the world events that never seem to stop.
The suffering and tragedies in the world carried on without us for awhile.
It almost seemed like we lived in a bubble of Canadian anthems and Mounties.
We licked the Maple Syrup from our fingers .. .
and wore our Canadian T shirts under our dress clothes to church.
We looked in our closets for the Cowichan sweaters from our youth . .
and we unabashadly proclaimed our nationality to anyone who cared to ask.
We phoned up our friends and connected on facebook with every victory.
Our Maple Leaf was seen more than ever before or perhaps ever again.
We ran to every Bay store in our hometowns looking for the all important Canadian gear . ..
and kissed our grands more than once for the party they will pay for into their retirement.
Today things will be pretty much back to normal here in the bungalow.
The sun will have come up as per usual.
The red and white theme will come down in the house. .
and the soft universal colors of Easter will replace them.
Once again we will turn our eyes and hearts to the world around us
and in the end ..
the things that really matter ...
are not silver nor gold. .
but that which will last eternal.