I admit it, choosing a topic for this week's article is proving difficult. It isn't that there's nothing going on around me or even that I haven't thought about anything recently, it's just that pinpointing something of value to say is proving to be challenging. I'll begin by sharing some of my observations.
With apologies to folks in Calgary and High River, I have to comment on the difference that a week of heat and sunshine can make to a rain soaked garden. I know we've endured nothing compared with the devastating floods you and other areas across the globe have suffered, I'm just grateful that we're finally seeing blue skies.
At the other end of the weather spectrum raging fires destroyed homes, communities and most savagely, lives. Our hearts ache with our neighbours over the deaths of nineteen fire fighters. I was glad to read in today's news that fire fighters from our province travelled south to join others in paying their respects to fallen comrades.
This week also included transcribing interviews conducted with aging citizens of our community. They were part of British Columbia's first chartered Credit Union. I think, in particular, of one ninety three year old gentleman. As I listened to his story of moving to our community from Paradise Hill, Saskatchewan, I was touched by the love that still infused the story of how he met his wife so many years ago. She passed away this week; I'd never met her but it still shook me.
Looking back over a short seven days it gives one pause to think of how much transpired in one hundred sixty eight hours: a train derailment and explosion in Quebec, a plane crash in California, too much rain in Alberta and my raspberry crop salvaged. If nothing else, it sure puts things in perspective.
