There was a very strong south wind Thursday night, all day Friday, and Friday evening. One could hardly see the north end of the lake for blowing snow, and there were little whirlwinds all over the lake. Surprisingly, it didn’t blow any clear spots on the ice, so the snow must be pretty well stuck down. It wasn’t very cold by the thermometer but it sure felt cold. In contrast, Saturday was sunny and calm, and just below freezing. It started blowing during the night, and today has had a strong west wind all day.

On Saturday, snowmobiles were dashing back and forth on the lake. It should be good going since there aren’t likely many snow banks. Strangely, there were few today; we had assumed they would be going all weekend.

One time, a young Greenwater housewife sent her husband out to buy some eggs, so she could make an angel food cake. He went to a neighboring farm and managed to buy a couple dozen eggs, so she went to work on the cake. Alas, when it came out of the over, it was only about two inches tall! The husband thought if she would just be a little more careful, and read the instructions she wouldn’t have wasted a dozen eggs.

She said, “Fine! You do it then!” and stomped off into another part of the house.

The husband dug out the recipe book, read it carefully, whipped up the eggs well, added the rest of the ingredients, and put it in the oven. It began to rise beautifully! His wife, muttering under her breath, stomped back and forth. Finally, she opened the oven door to see how the cake was doing, saw that it had risen as it was supposed to, and slammed the oven door. They threw out both cakes.

We went to Tisdale Tuesday night for the Parkland Photography Club meeting. The other side of Bjorkdale, in that spruce forest, a wolf was on the shoulder of the road. I jumped on the brakes, and it took off across the road at an angle. Standing on the shoulder, I thought at first it was a deer, but when it stretched out running across the road, it was almost on its belly. A beautiful animal.

On Wednesday, there was some beautiful, fine hoar frost on the trees south of Kelvington. We stopped near Halvorson’s and took a few pictures.

I was driving around Foam Lake, waiting for Doreen. It was noon, and the kids were still out playing in the school yard. There was a big mound of dirt, likely excess from basements dug, with a thin covering of snow and about twenty kids climbing, rolling and sliding on it. More fun than the playground!

I got an interesting e-mail from Vivian Broberg, likely her last act before going to Kelowna for the winter.

Some people found this fawn on their front steps and took this photo...... the white spots on the steps are apple blossom petals.  A great job of camouflage! The fawn stayed there all morning (they live in Bend, OR) and the mama came to get it after 4-5 hours. Hats off to the people for leaving the fawn alone, knowing mom would be back!!  People don't realize that mama has to forage too and will leave baby to do so. The babies lay motionless in the grass (or a convenient step) for her return.

Attached to the message was a photo of a fawn lying on someone’s back steps. It truly was well camouflaged!

We get e-mails from our grandson, Scott, in China. At first, he was e-mailing us two or three times a day; now it’s down to two or three times a week, so he is obviously getting himself a life over there. He is enjoying his teaching duties, especially the older students; says he is treated with a great deal of respect. He seems to be very busy, too - associates keep inviting him over for meals, out for a drive, etc. Scott has always been an adventurous eater (gets it from his Dad - certainly not from his Granddad!) and his willingness to try anything will serve him in good stead.