The discussion goes round and round about whether to move away from Salmon Arm. While we're away, we don't miss the small town atmosphere. When we return, sit on the back deck and listen to the birds, we wonder why we ever left.
Where else can your day be filled with impromptu morning coffee chats about the health issues of a friend's son in Japan, hugs for a special friend at the wharf, discussions of "simple spells for success" with a couple of dragon boater acquaintances, analysis of world economics with your financial advisor in a chance meeting on the street? To top it off, in the evening, there is a gathering of jazz musicians at the gallery with performances that rival any in the world! The cost of admission?…by donation!
Daily walks on the wharf allow us to follow the growth and eventual training flights of the young osprey. Grebes dance across the water. Goslings swim by in carefully tended packs. Red winged blackbirds protect their marshy nests.
As I type this, a robin's song drifts through the window and a male pheasant squawks a warning. There is no traffic noise, no polluted air and the sun is finally shining.
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