“On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often think of our small feathered friends back on the Third Line. I wonder if the old feeder is still standing in… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We stepped a little quicker, laughed a little louder and chatted over the fences a little longer. We gathered bouquets of wildflowers, dined on fresh strawberries and began to ride our bikes up and down the Third Line again. We ran up grassy hills and rolled back down through the young clover, feeling light and giddy, free from our heavy… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share
“These elusive memories, appear out of nowhere like a portal to our past, from deep within the passages of our minds. They rise to… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven, And imprint forever upon our hearts That this is home and that we are loved.” — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The plants and animals all around us were waking from a long sleep, and our yard was slowly transformed into a carpet of soft… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Take it from this Lanark County kid - you won't find any better, more flavourful syrup, than from the Maple Syrup Capital of Ontario” — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Looking around, from near the top of Foley Mountain, it was easy to imagine why the early settlers decided to make their home in… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We had some memorable times, on those long, hot summer nights, along the shores of the mighty Rideau; but we were by no means… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Some things were done a certain way and they had been done that same way for ages. Most of the time it was a… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“I will always remember that year in Almonte, and how their sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and the Mississippi seemed to rush… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“It wasn't until I worked in the Perth Hospital kitchen in the 1970s that I began hearing stories about the ghosts that haunted their… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
