The leaders of our community recently decided it was time to talk trash… both literally and figuratively. How strange that a community that still had burn barrels 20 years ago would find the subject of recycling so complex and contentious. It’s a testament to our commitment to good stewardship, and for this we should commend our leadership.

I humorously watched as my grandson lined up all the bicycles and outdoor riding toys, readying them for his “car wash.” The fact that he was wearing his preschool graduation hat, two backpacks, and had marker lines drawn across his face resembling war paint was of no concern to him. As he reached for the beloved garden hose, his little sister, artistically covered in blue sidewalk chalk and dragging Daddy’s shovel behind her, shuffled over in a pair of Mommy’s shoes to share in her big brother’s antics. 

Communication via social media can be an enjoyable way to stay in touch with family and friends. It’s satisfying to see the comments and pictures others have posted, and to share our own as well. I’m sure most would agree that we love the feeling we get when our comments or pictures are rewarded with the coveted like.

Spring is upon us, and for most our annual spring cleaning is underway. We once again open windows, closet doors, dresser drawers, and storage bins, using the fresh air as motivation to take stock of all the stuff that has accumulated over the past year. We attempt to rid ourselves of the unwanted and unnecessary clutter by sifting through and sorting these into organized piles of what to keep, what to toss, and what to give away.

Our health system is on life support, and the prognosis is unknown. Much like with patients themselves, it’s not always clear what the problem is. But there is a problem. We are not well, so we ask doctors, nurses, and other professionals to help. Sometimes the answer is straightforward, with a prescription issued and the malady kept at bay. Other times, experimentation and tests are required to determine the cause of our sickness.

I agree with William Cowper’s famous expression, “Variety is the spice of life that gives it all its flavour”—except that is, where food is concerned. I have never been one to seek out new or unique food experiences. While my kids and grandkids all seem to have adventurous tastebuds, I have always been quite comfortable with my limited palate.