I watched as they interviewed Alexander Ovechkin, a well-known Russian hockey player, presently part of the Washington NHL team. How many took to social media and shot him down because he only asked for peace, but did not condemn Putin’s invasion of Ukraine? Maybe I’ll take flack for this, but I can definitely sympathize with him, or any Russian person, especially if a public icon, for keeping their thoughts to themselves. They have family living over there, have no way of protecting them from this distance, and are certainly not inclined to put that family in danger of payback, which I have no doubt would be part of Putin’s agenda. It’s a ‘walk a mile in their shoes’ situation IHMO.
But I won’t make this post about the dark wishes I have for the power hungry Putin; I’m sure we are all paying attention to experts and/or pontification of glory seekers on the subject. It’s scary, it’s disturbing, it’s infuriating, and we’re sure to hear much more about it from better informed people than myself.
It snowed all day yesterday here, and the winter scene out there this morning is nothing but lovely! For those anxiously waiting on spring, well, it’s March 1st, so one more month to handle and you can welcome the black flies and mosquitos.
I’m jivin’ with you; I enjoy the arrival of green leaves and flowers and bees and birds too, although I do have an aversion to those pesky insects. I’ve promised to help Karen more in the gardens this year – an expansion is planned – so I am preparing to stock a huge amount of bug spray, am resigned to wearing a netted hat and long sleeves and pants, without forgetting forking out many dollars for heartworm and tick/flea vaccinations for the 3 beasts. It’s part of living in the bush, and of savouring the fresh produce from her efforts, so a small price to pay for the pleasure.
My beasts are standing in line to plop their heads on my knee – their way of reminding me it’s time for their breakfast – and Pistache, the mouthy parrot, is loudly demanding that I remove the cover from her cage. The noisy morning routine, endurable because I’m already on my second cup of coffee, and because, in their world, I am very important, and that makes me SMILE.
They may be covered in feathers and fur, but the ones I’m sharing with you are warm and sincere.
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 