Jackie sent me this picture. This is Muskoka, after the storm.
We got enough rain tonight to leave everything washed clean. The fields and trees are suddenly alive with the songs of frogs. Fireflies are out. The deer came creeping out of the bush (where they are no doubt chatting up the hidden soldiers).
And, as it does, the sun came back. So it is with all this commotion. It will blow over. There was a small earthquake today -- well, it was certainly small up here, although it was about a 5 on the Richter scale in Toronto. We were shaken, but not stirred. It might be prophetic for the G8 that Nature has spoken up in Toronto...
We seem to be back on solid ground again, with a rainbow to take home and dream about. And perhaps that, too, is prophetic of this Summit. Let us hope so.
The Muskoka Airport is crazy, Nancy. OPP, black limos. I have to find a good reason to drive by. Hubby doesn't want me anywhere near the place! I think I need some flowers to dress up the house for sale, that means driving to Bracebridge!!
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