
Champlain Slept Here
True confessions from the 9th Concession
True confessions from the 9th Concession
True confessions from the 9th Concession
Last year in this space I wrote about painting my barn.
hen the snow finally retreated this past spring, someone made a grisly discovery on a secluded lot at the edge of town.
This little plot I live on used to be a farm.