My friend Yvonne, who I’ve known since we were in our early 20s, sent me a lovely birthday card, and enclosed this photo. It was taken sometime in the early 1990s on the shore of Moosehorn Lake, just outside of Halifax.

I was so young. And so long-haired!

Our morning walks started on March 8 when the sunrise was at 7:39 a.m. Today, 20 days later, the sun rose at 6:59 a.m., breaking through a psychological barrier between winter and spring.

There’s still a little ice in Charlottetown Harbour, but it’s more a “sheen” than an ice pack. The sunrise reflecting on the sheen was beautiful.

Tomorrow is our last sunrise walk of this season of British Summer Time walks; we’ll gain an additional 2 minutes, with sunrise at 6:57 a.m.

The first crocuses of the year appeared in the front garden at 100 Prince Street on Thursday, March 26, later than they have in the past 5 years.

See also 2020 (March 24), 2021 (March 12), 2022 (March 18), 2023 (March 20), 2024 (March 14), and 2025 (March 14).

The track Coma / Smoke, from Hailaker’s 2019 self-titled album, has been on frequent rotation here since I discovered it a few weeks ago.

On first listening I texted Lisa:

There’s a lot to love about this song. It’s a journey. 

And it is: up and down and around, intense and sparse. I love it.

I once sent Annie Mueller a note about how it seemed like she was listening to our lives and writing helpful essays to support us. It’s happened many times.

This morning on our British Summer Time walk, Lisa was leaning hard into ignoring traffic lights. I accused her of being a rule-follower, except in this glaring case.

(I am a rule follower; in this particular case I have Olle’s words to me in mind, about Copenhagen traffic, from years ago: “When the rules are ignored, people die.” I realize as I write this that I may have conflated Olle and Jack Nicholson.)

Coming back home, I found this in my feeds:

Break dumb rules. Break arbitrary small rules (or don’t). Break rules that exist only to create convenience for one group of people. Break rules that are immoral even if they’re not illegal. Whenever you can, break rules that exist only to uphold a system. It’s important.

Don’t break the rules that define who you are…

…Unless that’s not who you want to be anymore.

In addition to marking Lisa in the right (traffic lights sacrifice pedestrians for the convenience of cars), Mueller’s words are helpful in a larger therapeutic way: they hit me square in the middle of a “maybe this isn’t who I want to be anymore” phase. 

Keep listening, please.

I spent a good part of the day in the print shop working on a two-colour job, the second colour being Flame Red. It’s an ornery ink that’s hard to clean, so I don’t use it often. 

Having finished the 9 copies of the main job, I decided to blow off some steam by using the ink I was about to have to clean. Turns out I needed a good dose of transgression today, and this helped.

The letters are from the “odd wood type” drawer and have come to me in different ways. It’s not like me to embrace such “chaos,” but when you’re printing fuck, well, fuck.

Lisa and I just returned from spending three days in the Annapolis Valley. While we got storm-stayed in Amherst on the way home, the weather otherwise was sunny and warm, a welcome shift from boots weather to shoes weather.

Here are a few of the highlights:

• Maritime Express Cider in Kentville, in the former Cornwallis Inn, was a great meal. Olympic-level service for a tasty supper of Honey & Harissa Sausage Dumplings and Scallop & Squash Risotto.
• The Noodle Guy in Port Williams was an unexpected treat. We split the Cajun Shells with Sausage special and the Chicken Bacon Salad, which were both out of this world. An unexpected bonus: running into old friends from Saskatoon I hadn’t seen since the before times.
• The Bee’s Knees in Lawrencetown was a coffee stop in a place we didn’t expect to find more than gas station coffee. Rumpled vibe, stellar Chocolate-Tahini Brownie, great coffee.
• ArtCan Kitchen and Studios in Canning we found only because a clerk at the Acadia University Bookstore referred us there for art supplies. But there’s a gallery there too, and a colourful lunch spot where we enjoyed salad and sandwich.
• The Village Coffeehouse, next door to ArtCan, serves good coffee from Sissiboo Coffee.
• The owner of Port Royal Cheese in Annapolis Royal saw us looking through his window, sad that we’d missed closing time by 30 minutes. He let us in and then spent half an hour with us talking cheese, ultimately leading to a purchase of two types to take home for grilled cheese. That man knows cheese.
• We made the aforementioned grilled cheese with sourdough from the roadside Belle Isle Market, which operates on the honour system and sells a variety of breads, desserts, and seeds. The Olive Oil Sourdough lasted us only two days. So good, with the cheese, that we had grilled cheese for supper two nights in a row.
• We went to Valley Stove & Cycle because Lisa’s brother Tim told us to. We are in the market for neither stove nor cycle, but we learned more about woodburning stoves from Frank than I thought it possible to know. If you need a stove, go there. Probably true of bicycles too.
• An impromptu stop at Elephant Grass Printmakers Society in Annapolis Royal introduced us to Lorna Mulligan, an inventive creative, and to the work of the non-profit printmaking space. I hope we will go back and print sometime.
• Chatting to Lorna we learned about Andrew Steeves’ new adventure, Press of the Varying Hare. A quick email to Andrew, and he generously extended an invitation to visit the next day. Oh my: a custom-crafted temple of letterpress printing and bookbinding, forged by a man after my own heart, aesthetically and philosophically. 

Our home for the three nights we were in the Valley was a Home Exchange in Coldbrook that was just what we needed: clean, well-equipped, central.

The Al Purdy A-Frame Association just released its 2025 Annual Report.

It contains both a review of the organization’s work to nurture the country’s poets, and also sentences like “Geotechnical and hydrological studies revealed that the existing
crawlspace floor was below the water table.”

I recommend reading it while listening to The Al Purdy Songbook, a 2018 album featuring tracks from Bruce Cockburn, Margaret Atwood, Leonard Cohen, and Gord Downie among others. It may be the most poetically Canadian thing ever.

You can contribute to the Al Purdy A-Frame Association on CanadaHelps.org.

A group of Europeans, flowing from the same bundle of Danish energy that begat Reboot all those years ago, gathered in Cophenhagen recently for Rebuild:

20 years ago, Europe had a thriving generation of social platforms and the entrepreneurs, designers, and programmers building them. A capability and an industry that have been lost.

Rebuild is a catalyst to support and serve the new generation of European social platforms. Gathering the people in Europe who can make it happen. The entrepreneurs, the pioneers, the investors, the digital leaders.

The gathering resulted in the drafting of a letter, which finishes with this call to action:

To the builders of the critical social platforms where we connect, forge friendships, share resources, knowledge and hope, you are building more than products. You are building for our culture. Our values. Our democracies. You are building for Europe, and our collective self-confidence. Change has never been more needed. But we know change is possible.

Now let’s build it.

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