Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Peace

"A man cannot burn down his neighbor's tepee if he watches the sunset each evening" - Native American Proverb - Tribe unknown.








Life is good: A beer in hand, coyotes howling, the mist rolling in from the river, Emma babbling inside the house, and the view from my back porch. "Almost heaven, West Virginia"...I bet those lyrics would be different had John Denver visited 'La Belle Province'.
And finally, the change of the season is about to begin and very welcomed by me.

Summer’s Promise

Purple clover and greenest grass;
summer’s promise she shall not pass.

Endless evening, the swallows fly;
summer’s beauty, an orange sky.

Berries ripe for bird and hand;
summer’s bounty from the land.

The smell of pine wet with dew;
summer’s promise she isn’t through.

Tattooed fingers, blackberry stain;
summer’s cleansing: a gentle rain.

Hay on the wagon, in the field;
summer’s pride, a modest yield.

A kiss of colour in the trees;
summer wonders at what she sees.

A frosty morning while she slept;
summer’s promise cannot be kept.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Guns n' Gowns



This sign gives The Drunk Bacon some competition. It reminds me of a store in Vermont that Andy and I went to one day. We were buying some beverages and as we went to pay, the cashier asked us if 'there was anything else?' Andy said: "Uh..yeah, I'll take an M-16, that Samurai sword, 3 hand grenades and some beef jerky". The young lady promptly packed up all the items with a 'thank you' and a smile.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Cryptozoology Update

There have been two more black bear sightings since my first cryptozoology post. In early July of 06 a concerned citizen stopped at my parents house on Rang St. Charles to inform them that he'd just seen a bear cross the road and meander onto their property; upon investigation there was a neat pile of bear scat discovered and photo-documented. Then, during the first week of August, Annie and I were taking the scenic route home from St. Chrys and saw a spring cub cross Mt. Poupart. I guess Ian is somewhat justified for being constantly heavily armed while performing such tasks as checking his mail, feeding his chickens, cutting the grass, or watching TV, considering the last bear was sighted just 2km from his house.

The red star marks the location of Monkey Meadows. The bear icons are accurate locations of the bear sightings: Mt. Giroux, Rang St. Charles and Mt. Poupart. I speculate that the bears sighted on Poupart and Giroux are from the same family, however, the one on St. Charles might be from a different clan judging by the geogrpahical distance from the others. I blame Climate Change for these bear sightings as well as the 40 degree temperatures, potatoe bugs in my garden, the rain, and the price of gas.