Coming in from the east, Manitoba’s flat expanse is a joy of similitude.
No rises or falls, hills or valleys, little beyond the straight, flat endless prairie.
It’s a sameness that’s hard on newcomers but for the prairie soul, it’s a study in minimalist beauty.
Early this morning the sun rose from its usual post in the east, piercing through the heavy clouds that portend the weather to come.
But who cares about the snow?
You can always find somewhere warm to curl up.
The Country Mice 
Such a lovely picture. Nothing better than these warm arms.
Hope all the Os amd Bs have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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oh this photo of the reunion! beautiful. I recently did a speech for Toastmasters, “bloom where you’re planted” about my immigration to NZ….linked back to my great grandmother (not the fine china, upright posture type) coming to Canada.
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Are you talking about Baba’s mother (Skiba) or Murash? What do you know about her?
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