Two days ago in the freezing cold of this never-ending winter, I noticed a swan lying weak from hunger on the frozen lake, while its partner looked anxiously on.
Unable to understand what was happening, why there is almost no open water this year. No place to draw the food from it needs to survive.
I did my best to revive it by hand feeding it baby spinach leaves, but it was only strong enough to eat a couple, before it tucked its head into its feathers and went back to sleep again.
And when I went back to feed it today I found it had died.
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As have so many others.
And for a moment I was so sad, and so tired of this merciless winter, and so sick of living in this ghastly Harperland, that poor dead bird seemed to symbolize the state of the country itself.
Frozen, paralyzed, unable to understand what had happened to it, while Canadians look on helplessly seemingly unable to stop Stephen Harper and his Cons from finishing it off.
Because he has done horrible things to our beautiful Canada, it is almost dead, and we have never seemed so tired or so broken, and impotent to save it.
You see it in our shuttered Parliament, you see it in the media, you see it in the subdued blogosphere, you see it everywhere you look.
But since I can't let sorrow or exhaustion weaken my determination to
Because back in July when it came crashing down not too far from where I live, I thought that fallen tree also symbolized what the Cons were doing to Canada.
Especially since it happened just a few days after that foul un-Canadian regime ordered that the maple leaf insignia be removed from the shoulders of our soldiers.
And Stephen Harper has been trying to kill this country, the one he once called a second-rate welfare state, from the moment he came to power.
But guess what? It turns out the old tree didn't die, the legend lives on, and a host of Canadian artists will give it new life.
They’ll transform the tree into some 150 projects for public display (and personal use) in museums, historical societies and public buildings across Canada, from wig stands for cancer patients to a lap desk for the Speaker of the House of Commons.
Because some things like the idea of a country you just can't kill. Not when Canadians join forces to save it.
And as I told you back then, the legend of the tree will live on in my life, in the shape of a few leaves I took from one of its broken branches.
And pressed between the pages of one of my most precious heirlooms...
My grandfather's Second World War pilot training log book.
For he hated tyrants and bullies too, and he wasn't about to let them win.
And if all that wasn't enough to lift my spirits, as I walked home after feeding the swans and all kinds of ducks still trapped in this little hole...
Who thanks to the efforts of others who are also feeding them, will most likely survive this winter.
I came across this other symbol of hope.
The strange sight of a bunch of roses wedged upright in the frozen lake.
Which seemed to be telling me that better, and hopefully warmer times, are coming. That Spring is on its way and that this Winter from Hell will soon be over.
And when I got home I played this humble little video again. The one I made the day after the old tree came crashing down.
And its message only reminded me that no matter how I feel, or how sad or tired I am, I feel the same way today as I felt back then....
Better times are coming.
The Cons will be crushed.
The maple leaf is forever.
And Canada still lives...
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