I had reason to travel to my home town, Carlyle, this weekend. I took a few pictures and I think I grew up in a beautiful place. The countryside is verdant and alive. There is a creek, Moose Mountain Creek, that wends its way through miles and miles of this land and with that are lovely ravines.
My father was a grain farmer and we lived on the land. The crops have changed somewhat, canola and lentils are common. But there are still the beautiful blue flowers of a flax field.
I saw a donkey with the horses! I first learned of this in Tennessee last year. Donkeys abhor coyotes and as a result are a great protector for other livestock.
I visited the lake we went to every possible Sunday in the summer. At that time it was a hub of activity with beautiful beaches, softball and hardball tournaments and church summer camps. With the seasons of a lake and the weather, the lake has receded and the beaches have been replaced with meadows.
Driving through the reservation to the lake, I still find beaver lodges and tranquil ponds.
I appreciate more than ever my simple upbringing in rural Saskatchewan.
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