There should be less talk; a preaching point is not a meeting point. What do you do then? Take a broom and clean someone's house. That says enough.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (1910-1997)
There was much talk of 'frosh' weeks, past and present, as the Nephew leaves home to embark on a new life chapter and as a friend's daughter sets up a home away from home and we reminisced about our own university days. Near our alma mater, the St. Jacob's broom-maker seemed prepared for an influx of Hogwarts freshmen.
The workshop certainly seemed magical as corn brooms were 'combed' clean in what appeared to be the same machine used when Hamel Brooms opened in the village in 1908.
And the magic continued as we walked along the Grand River and spotted a great heron on the far bank. How majestic! How assured!
And then he swooped up and headed for new adventures somewhere unseen further along the river, still looking awesome and destined. Wishing good luck and every success to J, J, and O (in Ottawa) as they head off on exciting journeys; I think you are all awesome and destined for wonderful things!
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