O Canada

Dear land of mine, land of ours, leaves and trees, flowers and bees, I'm on my knees bent on loving your glory. How did you get to be such a pretty line in the sand? Patriotism is not generally one of my finer characteristics, certainly not as it once was. I might get stirred by the odd Canada-US hockey game, but countries can really be a pain in the ass, what we all get ourselves into in the name of country. It really is absurd this notion of claiming the land - in fact I saw it myself just the other day while picking strawberries with my nephews...felt the ridiculousness of claiming my row of strawberries to young children whose only inspiration was the biggest reddest juiciest strawberry, what was I afraid of? That I wasn't going to get my share? In a five acre field of strawberries? Something screwy about that... Have to say though, so nice to walk with and among the many people on Canada day. Bumped into everyone, very nice. O and the fireworks? What a fabulous invention!!