When I was little I hated grocery shopping with my mom.
Here are some highlights from the past few weeks. Avelyn’s snowsuit is a tad too big. The tips of her toes barely reach the top of the leg holes.
An elderly couple stops the flow of traffic as they slowly meander through the crosswalk. The woman is wearing a fur coat and clutches her husband’s arm, the man walks with a cane and draws his wife near.
Poutine is good. Cheese, gravy and fries.
The skey was grey and even though it was July, the air felt grey too. Summer was slow in its arrival in the prairies.