This is the second annual day to commemorate the horrors committed against Indigenous People.
Sept. 30 is also Orange Shirt Day, which honours the story of Phyllis Webstad, a former residential school student who had her orange shirt taken away on her first day at a residential school. The National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation is encouraging Canadians to wear orange as an act of solidarity.
I bought us orange shirts from a First Nations company. I'm not going anywhere today, I will wear my shirt. I am overwhelmed with the talk of a new gun club out our back yard, across the wetland. My anxiety has kicked in. The OPP have recertified here for 22 years, but this will be a private gun club. More on this another day.
Finally the pumpkin plants I'd grown from seed are blossoming. It's a bit late. They'll never amount to anything. I'll have to figure out something different for next year! In the meantime, our local farm has lots.
The orchid is doing well, four blooms now!
I've my warm, cozy slippers on! They were a gift from my friend, Natrice.
Our furnace is on in the morning to bring up the heat. The season is changing. It was a mere 2 C. this morning. Critters are on the move. They are looking to hibernate or migrate. We're just going to hunker down. The other day I spotted Clover and her fawn. The fawn was hunkered down under the tree, sheltering from the rain.
The trees are wearing orange. I watched as JB fetched our mail.









