Jigging up a St. Paddy's Day storm with friends in Renfrew.
Sun filtering through heavy morning mist in the forest and resting in a thick, white swath on the mighty Madawaska — the same stretch of river that perfectly, magically, reflected a thousand stars the night before.
Basking in the glorious
For all the goodness of the weekend, the low-light was without question, most definitely, roto-rootering our drain (just like we did in July). Specifically those several heart-stopping moments when I was certain the gurgling we heard — after feeding 47 of the 50 foot cable into the drain — was an approaching force promising a geyser of disastrous proportions. Thankfully, the gurgling was receding and was in fact the sound of success, and now full-flow showers and baths are mine to be enjoyed again (and for a fraction of the price a plumber would charge — we are die-hard DIY'ers, even when the job is a horrid one). Though, it's good to be reminded how much excess water we