[photo courtesy of my American mother-in-law]!!

Here we are, July 1st and it is, “Canada Day”!  For those of you who wouldn’t mind a little who/what/when/where/why about this day, I am more than happy to oblige!  For the rest of you, please sit back, relax, proudly hold your cup of Timmies, Slurpee, maple syrup bottles, and/or  your favorite Molson or Labatt libation, and enjoy the intermission!

Ah, Canada Day!  This is a national holiday, with its roots forming on July 1, 1867.  It was on that day the ordinance of the British North America Act (now referred to as the, “Constitution Act”) united three colonies into what we now know as, “Canada”.  This commemoration was referred to as, “Dominion Day”, until it was changed to, “Canada Day” in 1982.  This was due in part to the, “Constitution Act” of 1982, which provided Canada with its own regulatory powers, thereby no…

[photo courtesy of my American mother-in-law]!!

Here we are, July 1st and it is, “Canada Day”!  For those of you who wouldn’t mind a little who/what/when/where/why about this day, I am more than happy to oblige!  For the rest of you, please sit back, relax, proudly hold your cup of Timmies, Slurpee, maple syrup bottles, and/or  your favorite Molson or Labatt libation, and enjoy the intermission!

Ah, Canada Day!  This is a national holiday, with its roots forming on July 1, 1867.  It was on that day the ordinance of the British North America Act (now referred to as the, “Constitution Act”) united three colonies into what we now know as, “Canada”.  This commemoration was referred to as, “Dominion Day”, until it was changed to, “Canada Day” in 1982.  This was due in part to the, “Constitution Act” of 1982, which provided Canada with its own regulatory powers, thereby no…

After the Fiercest storm,

Peace Glimmers.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest

Today we traveled just a few miles from our small lake-country community, out to the surrounding countryside—the rivers, farms, and woodlands which say “Wisconsin”.  Pictured above is the Rock River, once a part of the Sauk Indians’ Wisconsin and Illinois territory embedded in history by the leadership of Black Hawk.  From the photo you can see that we’ve had plenty of rain; that white thing apparently floating beyond the high grass slightly above center is a picnic bench.

Joe (flanked by Dylan) cast a line in this river park, which is simply a spur off a county road—one of countless natural retreats for travelers in our state.

When Dylan wasn’t fishing, he strolled with me along the water’s edge.  Suddenly, he decided to go wading—something he has never done before.  I was amazed, because it’s always a struggle to get Dylan into the bathtub.  But then, haven’t little boys always preferred wading in rivers to getting lathered up in a tub?  So it’s…