It's snowing.
I spoke to the president of my congregation about this. "Why?" I said.
His answer?
"Canada."
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| O Canada, our home and native land! |
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| With glowing heart, we see thee rise, the true North, strong and free. |
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| O Canada! We stand on guard for thee! |
(These views are out our back door from the kitchen to the deck, as Beth and I discussed things over corned beef and Swiss cheese sandwiches at lunch.)
