|"Surrey with a fringe on top...' My great aunt Jenny and her husband James Digby.|
The above photo shows my father on the right and one of his logging buddies. Dad was a tiny chap, but a scrappy little guy too. I have no doubt he probably won the arm wrestling match.
|My grandfather Patterson and his team at work.|
|Uncle Lloyd, one of Dad's older brothers, with his team.|
|Grandpa Hosick, front and center with his team back at the hunt camp.|
|Dad with Prince and Paddy.|
Above is Dad and his team working the farm where I grew up.
The Daily Quest
At dusk I'll be the first you see
And daybreak couldn't come without
What midday centers all about
Daises grow from me, I'm told
And when I come, I end all cold
But in the sun I won't be found
Yet still, each day I'll be around
Who or what am I?
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.