Giving Thanks for Springtime in November....

There is a saying here in Alberta that if you don't like the weather, wait 20 minutes.
And change rapidly it does, in either direction, so much so that we are now siting at +5 C with water dripping everywhere.
Oh Yeah... It's spring!!
The warmth today prompted me into some truck tire repairs for an up-coming trip to Saskatchewan.
Wrestling with frozen tires is not for the faint of heart and I take my hat off to anyone who wrangles tires for a living.
With help from my furry little feline friend Smokey Joe, the morning went well with two 16" trailer tires changed AND the gear shift linkage in our Ford truck repaired as well as plowing the sloppy slush out of the yard. It doesn't get much better than that.
This afternoon continued the tire trend to the point that the truck we are taking may actually make it to Saskyland without shedding a wheel.
Darkness descends at 5pm these days, so the outside work is governed by both temperature and light, all of which cramps the style. Winter makes it doubly hard and costly to work. We may be sitting on the worlds 2nd largest oil and gas reserves but energy prices here are hefty.... It's darned expensive to heat a building just to fix things in the warm.

Here's wishing a happy Thanksgiving Day to our southern cousins, which seems strange as it's only a month to Christmas but U.S. farming is done in much more pleasant weather with a longer growing season and therefore a later harvest for which to give thanks. It's quite an occasion down there too and rightly so, almost as important as Christmas. Our Thanksgiving has almost become a non event in fact, just another little holiday. Which is a shame.

One final note for which I give profound thanks, is my Lovely Wife's cooking. Despite the gastric intolerance's of my years, she continues to bake for ourselves and to
give to those who deserve.
One of her most long-lived and successful recipes has been Marmite fingers, which she inherited from my Mother and has since developed several variations thereof.
Those of you with British origins and who were correctly raised as "Marmite Babies" will recall that glorious black product with which she produces various savory pastry renditions that continue to create addicts far and wide. No one in their right mind will ever pass on a plate of fresh baked Marmite fingers.
And if you know not of what I speak... truly, you have not lived.