Harvested his first
Even though I have moved along, from the scene of the story, I still follow the politics of places I used to live. I mean, politics is akin to the flavour of your drinking water. Often the cause.
And so, Quebec City has a new mayor. The previous one came in with a lot of dreams, and lasted for more than a decade. I’ll be waiting to see the “bilan” of his accomplishments. Now, the city prepares for a new era. One with a lot of dreams that involve moving the ground to lay down new means of getting from here to there. A tramway. A tunnel. All still in dream mode, because nothing has actually happened yet. See that “bilan”, above.
We’re still favoured by easy weather. Double-digit temperatures. In fact, the lawn might require another trim, just because the urge to have a personal golf course is very real. I’d take the advice of a friend: pave the whole thing and paint it green, but the cost of concrete is over the top. A tiny voice murmurs: “Think about the bunnies”. And in reply, another murmurs “Bunny stew”. I’d better move along from that set of opposing thoughts.
As if it matters, the border is now open between the north and the south. Remain watchful, in case we have an invasion of snow bunnies. Could lead to one of those “shooting wars”. In passing, son #2 now has to buy a small freezer, because he harvested a small deer over the weekend. One of those ideas that never crossed my mind. Never, not ever.
