Last week I talked about water as an image for spirit. The metaphor brought me back to the need to pay attention to water in the way we live.

As I wrote about the way rain seeps into the ground, I thought about what is carried down into the aquifers by rain water. Everything we place on the soil can be picked up and carried into the ground. We have family who lived in Iowa for a while, and in that state where they grow so much corn, there is atrazine in the ground water. This chemical is used for weed control in corn, and it takes years to break down, so it has built up in the water that people draw on for drinking. The community of Walkerton learned with pain and grief what can happen.

Around here we hope that rain will wash through layers of gravel and soil so that it will be ...

bald-guy-regby Kelly Babcock

At the end of last week you may have found, here on the Hub, an article about my efforts to raise some funds for the Bluewater division of the Canadian Cancer Society.
I am happy to report your success in this endeavour to the extent that you have donated over $400 to the cause.
If you had intended to be part of that but hadn't managed to squeeze that into your understandably busy schedule, there is good news. You can still make that donation by dropping in to The River Café at 986 Main Street (2nd Ave. East) in Owen Sound and leaving your donation there, or by going to The Cancer Society's collection page.
I also want to thank my musical partner, Rebecca Johnson-Morelli for her enthusiastic participation in shaving my head, and for her confirming her further participation in the show we'll be putting on for donors who gave twenty dollars or more.

rhubarb-featureby Denise Freeman

When I moved to Owen Sound from a large city I had to learn how to interact with my neighbors. Now I am a very friendly, social sort of person, so I was taken aback by my ineptitude. When walking my dog, a smile or nod won't do, I have to stop, listen, chat, look into another's eyes and pay attention. Winston , dog of great skill, presents his upturned furry face and melted chocolate eyes to each passerby, rewarding them with his complete focus. When the furnace repair man arrives on a cold February day and returns our home to cozy and warm, next thing you know the conversation at the door goes on long enough that you might as well put the the kettle on for tea. And my all time favorite, at the Y after Aqua fit, the ladies change area is clattering with gardening tips and travails. No longer a newcomer ,I pipe up from behind the shower curtain that I just can't grow rhubarb. A friendly voice says, " I have so much, would you like some?" "I would love that", "who am I speaking to?", and I emerge naked and dripping to close the deal with my fellow senior swimmer. The next morning she arrived with so much rhubarb she needed a bundle buggy to transport it. Word gets around, rhubarb appeared in our mailbox, on the back deck.

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By Cathy Hird

On our farm, there is a fold in the land that runs across the first fields behind the barn. The farmers who settled our place found that water lay there and dug a deep ditch to carry runoff. A huge swamp oak grows where the ditch began. Then, where it crossed the lane, there is another low spot. Here willows grew, and ducks nested.

To make the field easier to plant, we laid drainage tile in the ditch and covered it over. The big field dries out well, but the swamp oak still thrives, and beside the lane is a pool where ducks swim well into the spring. The willows were removed, but it is wet enough that they will come back, and birds will nest here again.


Portrait-featby Kelly Babcock

The Arts Editor for the Hub is an odd sort of guy. He writes the column "Coming Right Up" every Wednesday so that people who read the Hub know what their options are for the weekend. He also takes care of some of the technical stuff involved in the operation of the on-line, paperless magazine, and helps out in any way he can with promotions.

But there's more to him than that. He is an advocate of freedom of speech, and of LGBTQ rights. He is a writer who writes a blog on ADHD for a psychology web site, Psych Central, in the U.S.A. And he is a musician and song writer.

You may rest assured that all this is true, as the editor in question detests lies and he has written this himself.

One other truth about him is that he abhors Cancer. And to make his contribution to the fight against Cancer, he has collected pledges donated by people who wish to see him shave his head on six different occasions in his life. The seventh time is happening on Saturday, June 6th around 1:00PM at Stow-it Self Storage OS 1960 20th Street East in Owen Sound.

In an effort to get as many people involved in the event as he can, he is offering an invitation to anyone who pledges over $20 to attend a show put on by himself and his band ...


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