6:30

The land of ice and snow may be finally giving itself to spring. I anticipate the end of cold, the smell of the earth and the feeling of outer and inner warmth afforded by the end of winter. I give myself to the idea of new green, the new start. Oh Canada you are glorious in your glaring coat of winter white, but give me the joy of your green and your praise I will sing to the top of the world. Corny but nonetheless, This is a time of rebirth for all of nature and for my spirit. Our backyard is my utopia and is not far from perfect.

In Our Own Water

My Dad came out of the bathroom magazine in hand, "can you believe this, these people shit in there own drinking water" he said with dismayed disgust. As I recall it was a third world country that was embattled by an ever growing population and Dad was not getting the sympathy part. The society in question used the same river to wash, drink and excrete and of course the village upstream did the same. My question was innocent and poignant in the discussion, "Dad where does the water we drink come from?" Dad was quick to respond that our water comes from some of the best deep wells around and we enjoy delicious safe water. He had some civic pride in his voice and I felt good myself listening to his voice. "Where does our toilet water come from then Dad" I said with eager anticipation of an equally prideful response. This question of course stopped poor Dad dead in his tracks he hesitated for more then a second then in a low voice said, "we have a system" and left the room.
The real answer of course is that we shit in our drinking water.