Ada-Lou Bock Tribute

In posting all these pitcures of small period of time, I tear. Happier times. Times when a paper bag was more than enough to keep you entertained.

It's good to remember the whole journey and not just the last days of winter.

I cried and I smiled. I wondered what it would be like to be raised on a small farm in Saskatchewan, having only one pair of shoes, a cookie tin for a lunch box, moving out east to start anew, loving, losing and loving again. Giving all and reaching out. Dependable to dependent. Maybe a reminder to embrace every moment. We always search for a qualifier but maybe life just is.