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I come from a family who sings. When my brother and I were young, Dad would play the guitar and he and Mom would teach us folk songs and hymns.

Although I’ve always been an outgoing person, during this past year I’ve gone out of my way to encourage everyone I meet. Mask wearing has made the adventure even more interesting since I’m never quite sure who I’m talking to.

Letter to the Edior

Yesterday, I asked Ed if there were some people he would like to meet in person and get to know more about them. My old neighbour often answers a question with a question.

It seems that with each year that passes, I am writing more and more on alternative strategies for controls to use in your home garden.

Why do you turn a deaf ear? Why do you make yourself scarce? For as long as I remember I’ve been hurting; I’ve taken the worst you can hand out, and I’ve had it. Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life; I’m bleeding, black-and-blue.

As soon as the weather gets warm and snow starts melting in the cow pen, I think of my old job driving a poop truck cleaning corrals.

Hello once more. If April showers are supposed to bring May flowers, we may not have any this spring. It has been a dry spring so far.

Dear Editor All winter the whittling went on, a slough here, a bush there. At times as much as half an acre was gained. But who cares about wildlife habitat? Then another death knell was accomplished by the aptly named SaskPower.

John Cairns’ Leg Watch