It's July 1st. Canada's birthday. Fire up the grill and crack open a cold one.
Speaking of which, nothing defines some of us Canadians better than our love of beer. It ranks right up there with, um, ah, our love of hockey. Sit back, relax, and take a look at the true meaning of I Am Canadian...
The weather was unseasonably warm for October. The sun set around 6:30 but the daylight hours were quite enjoyable. So thought Richard, as he set out for his daily walk in the woods. He marvelled at the turning leaves which exhibited an explosion of colour more significant with each passing day.
But Richard knew the turning leaves would soon start to fall. And the trees would soon be bare with no leaves at all. And then the snow would fly and fall from the trees as the leaves had before it.
Richard couldn't help but think of the sudden change to come as a seizure of sorts. And he wasn't looking forward to it. After all, who would welcome a seizure, he thought, as he rolled uncontrollably among the leaves.