If I'm not a monarchist then am I proud of being a Canadian? You betcha. I love Canada - not blindly but fully.
So what am I doing on Canada Day?
Yep, the wash and the floors and the bathrooms and walking the dog and weeding the garden and working on my manuscript. In fact, not one thing out of the ordinary from a weekend day only no market to go to.
I don't like big beerfest and boating parties. The SP and I have plans for a canoedal early on saturday morning when there won't be so many yahoos about. He and the step-dot are working on the sailboat. With any luck the darn thing will be finished this weekend and then that fun can begin.
So how might I carve out just the littlest bit of Canadjun day fun without going into town, battling crowds searching for parking places to stand up and hope that this year the fog won't cancell the fireworks?
I think I'll go buy a bunch of strawberries and make shortcake biscuits. I might see if Annie wants to go for a swim off her bit of property. Maybe we'll thaw out some caribou steaks for dinner...
maybe I'll just hum the national anthem under my breath.
pomp and circumstance? I got enough on Tuesday to last me for a loooooong time.
Here are some photos that make me happy I'm Canadian.
water in all its manifestations - the oceans, the lakes, the rivers...
Betty's Island, Prospect Bay, NS
my bro at a lake in Ontario...
the mighty St. Lawrence in Quebec
the frozen water of the Canal in Ottawa a few years ago - yep that's Daddio!
rainbows over the Keltic, Cape Breton Island
The Land in it all its variance and beauty...
the prairies of Manitoba
the softness of fall near Yarmouth, NS
the path in Winter near my home
Jude, Don and I in Banff, Alberta
and of course - the people
my great-great-grandparents holding my grandfather
in front of a soddy in Manitoba.
my Dad and my Uncle Jim - all joined up...
mom, jude, Aunt Winn and me on the ferry coming into Vancouver
I know, a pretty random bunch but this is MY CANADA!