Given that Friday, March 20, 2026, 10:46 a.m. Northern Hemisphere · Eastern Time is the first day of spring, the vista today has a contrastingly frigid emergence as the dwindling snowbanks are cemented in the sub-zero temperatures and yesterday’s pools of water on the balcony are hardened. On the river’s edge, secluded from the brisk northeast wind, a flock of Canada geese retreats among the spires of cattails. When they fly, the geese are low-level, seemingly intent upon landing immediately again. The river glistens, illuminated by the blurred sunlight through the grey clouds. Sunday morning CBC FM ecstatically proclaims les Voix du Monde while the white and tawny colours of the fields lend the likeness of a sacramental runner upon the altar.

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Whether awakening today within the shadow of Table Mountain, whether enjoying the arresting view of a late winter snowfall or whether transfixed by the image of a tall ship on the sea, the inspiring impression beneath the surface is the coming of spring. It is Nature’s own arousal. Naturally it is a northern hemisphere progression, a cycle punctuated by an email from the South Pacific in which my dear friend Pierre in New Zealand wryly noted, “Beautiful sunny autumn day today, 21°C”. Nonetheless in true Bertie Wooster fashion, the brilliantly sunny day evokes a naughty but innocent Boomps-a-Daisy character. We can never totally control our vantage of the perspective; but we can always control our perspective of the vantage.

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In Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, the phrase “apple-pie order” is used to describe the meticulously organized books and records kept by the Company’s chief accountant at the Central Station. The accountant keeps his books in “apple-pie order”—meaning perfectly arranged, neat, and in flawless condition—despite the surrounding “muddle” of the station, which includes disorganized buildings, decaying machinery, and brutal colonial violence. Marlow respects the accountant’s dedication to his work as a form of “backbone,” yet this obsession with order highlights a profound moral detachment. The accountant focuses entirely on his books, complaining that the groans of a dying, sick agent interrupt his work, while ignoring the larger human tragedy surrounding him.

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Whether it features soup in Vietnam, biscotti in Italy, or scrambled eggs in the United States, breakfast revs up the body after a night’s sleep, giving us energy and nutrients to face the day. Studies suggest that eating breakfast regularly is associated with good health — and that the timing of the meal, as well as what’s in it, matters.

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Sitting at my desk, staring blankly at the picture window laden with ice, everything beyond is a blur. Seldom am I so completely baffled by the weather. But today Nature proposes retirement from the out-of-doors.  There are moments when perplexity surpasses diversion. Granted, it is not the privilege of everyone so easily to thwart life’s obstacles. For my part I have considered the risk of peril outweighs any advantage of mobility. So, today I remain inert.

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Legend has it that Beethoven used to count the exact number of beans when making a cup of coffee (60, if you’re interested). Whether you’re as fastidious as that or not, pour yourself a cup and ponder the world with the perfect accompaniment of a playlist. Apple Music

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The most agreeable expression of ignorance was that credited to Socrates, “the more I learn, the less I know”.

“The more I learn, the less I know” (or “I know that I know nothing”) is a Socratic paradox highlighting that true wisdom lies in recognizing the limitations of one’s own knowledge. As knowledge increases, so does the awareness of the vast, unknown, and complex nature of the world.

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St Andrew’s raised me. There was no love but it became clear to me life is a game and if you can figure out the rules you can survive. In later years I described it as a round table top. You can play safe and stay in the middle or you can venture out to the perimeter edges. Lean over, test your balance put one foot in the dark side but don’t be stupid and fall off the edge. It is almost impossible to get back up. Bobby Ball

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Ambivalence is for me an unsettling state of mind. Yet I am compelled to this uncertain conflict by a binary propensity – a nature wrought by the desire to study carefully and without pretension before coming to conclusion. My primary focus however is usually what I’d call a cheery disposition, an overall breezy summary of affairs. It is an argument promoted by acceptance and candour. The finished article of debate is however the product of prior application and determination.  The temperament, as casual as one may wish to have it appear, is nonetheless merely a buoy of deeper and often opaque moorings.

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International Women’s Day is celebrated on March 8th primarily to commemorate a pivotal 1917 strike by Russian women textile workers in Petrograd. Their protest for “Bread and Peace” on February 23 (Julian calendar), which corresponds to March 8 in the Gregorian calendar, sparked the Russian Revolution and led to women gaining voting rights.

It was not anticipated that our venture to McDonald’s Corners would coincide with IWD. Like so many things in life, the coincidence is not without its recognizable parallels; that is, the exhibition at Dean Hall in the old schoolhouse today involves pottery, weaving and quilting.

McDonald’s Corners is a small, rural community in the Township of Lanark Highlands, Ontario, located near Perth and Maberly. Known for its community spirit, it features an Agricultural Hall hosting a Sunday farmers’ market (May–October), the historic Annual Fall Fair, and the MERA Schoolhouse for arts and workshops.

As inclined as one may be to associate the delicate arts of pottery, weaving and quilting with women, I have two pieces of bespoke pottery, one (a teapot) made by a gentleman from the Village of Clayton, and the second (a platter) made by the former mayor of the Village of Pakenham. I pride them both.

What however makes our outing especially meaningful is another coincidence; namely, the pottery exhibit involves the daughter of our dear friend Bunny (whom we anticipate meeting during the afternoon congregation). By further coincidence, we last attended the schoolhouse to see a play “My private Shakespeare” written and performed by Bunny’s son.

There is yet another important detail of today’s adventure; and that is the mere fact of doing it. It has been months since we have seen Bunny (she wintered until recently in Africa); and, it is not often that we remove ourselves from our residential cave except for mundane pursuits such as groceries and car washes.  In short our social agenda has greatly diminished over the past decade. The combination of retirement, aging and death has ensured the narrowing of our channels. Accordingly pointing the hood of the Cadillac along the Wolf Grove Road is a stimulating adventure.

The Wolf Grove area just west of Almonte is a special place in Mississippi Mills. You can see how special it is as you drive out from Almonte on Wolf Grove Road. You drive over the flat, open country of farmland and pastures, over Wolf Grove Creek and up a steep slope into a landscape of granite, forests and beaver ponds. In less than a kilometre the scenery is completely transformed. Amazing! Ken Allison

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