R-ice weddings in May

This morning as I drove to work, I saw white chrysalids sliding towards earth, exploding on the ground.

Saskatchewan is special this way. We don't have a flurry of flower petals that fall from the heavens in springtime. We have ice pellets that explode on our windshields as they fall from the elms.

I thought about taking a rowing course in May, but I would have ended up taking out a boat called Louis "ice-breaker" Riel, slapping the ice with a paddle like a beaver's tail while wobbling in my sliver of a boat.

My friend's baby niece said "snow" for the first time this week.

I think farmers were probably saying a few choice words before "snow" which the baby will probably learn soon.