J.R. Johnson

* Full post title: And so, for reasons completely and entirely related to the hockey game just played at a certain Italian ice rink, Mr Man and I are heading out into the woods in order to embrace the beauty that is inherent in Nature, and immerse ourselves in the glory and joy that is to be found in this great nation. Because we could use some calm right about now. (And could I have titled this post “Oh, Canada”? Yes, but I very much did not because this country punches way above its weight through sheer heart and vision and commitment (and insanely early hockey practice, let it be said!), and there is no way I’m trash-talking that.) So we didn’t get gold this year, and yeah, that stings. But we are winning where it counts. Go Canada!

“We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorous and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.” ― Marcel Proust

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