After a few fits and starts, maybe spring is here—or at least we are on the cusp of it . . . I hope.
“Elliott, why and earth are you back from the south? Don’t you read the weather reports?” is the question someone puts to me at least once a day.
I ask myself the same question even more frequently. But I must say signs of pending spring at the debating table at the Bakery in Rainy River are becoming more frequent.