A few weeks back we had a chance to take in the last boil (not a skin irritation) at an area maple syrup operation, where traditional and more contemporary modes of collecting sap are used.
We rarely witness forest fires in these parts, so when a blaze broke out in the hills north of Hawkesbury, we were taken aback, and then impressed, when water bombers were called in.
During a recent visit to Montréal, I had, during traffic congestion, the chance to gaze at many examples of urban decay. This tower in Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue was a compelling sight.
Spring is a time of discovery and in the boonies you never know what you might find when the snow and ice recede to reveal some clandestine, and illegal, winter-time activities. All sorts of stuff turn up in rural ditches. This find gives a different spin to the term "outdoor plumbing."