Dear Marilyn and Derek Alexander,

It’s been such a long time since I have seen you people from Winnipeg down here in Grand Forks. Now it’s beginning to look as though it won’t be too much longer before we can travel back and forth across the border again.

We miss you Canadians. It doesn’t seem the same without you coming to Grand Forks.

We’re at least getting some of the smoke from Canada now. That happens every year. And the Red River keeps flowing north with no regard to borders.

Here in Grand Forks we are beginning to enjoy the goodness of the gardens. There’s the Saturday market running downtown now. Then there are other places where you can find area food such as the Home of Economy to the north end of the Forks.

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Rewards of August

Oh yes, there are home gardens. I guess Confucius would say, “He (or she) who plants in May or June and tends to the plants shall be rewarded by August.’’

People with long memories long remember the sweet aroma flowing from kitchens in August and September. Tomatoes, green beans, peas. The goodness of the gardens would go into glass jars for the winter. And of course some still does. There’s nothing like tomatoes in December picked and processed in July or August. Nothing as good as homemade dill pickles made in the height of last summer.

Shakespeare and carrots

Along with carrots in area gardens we now have Shakespeare in University Park. The shows are going on this week.

And, of course, there’s still time for taking someone out to the ball game. Friends tell me they enjoy watching the Whiskey Jacks. Yep, they are from Canada and have been spending the summer here.

Let me know what’s going on in “the Peg." I think people would like to drive up there when the green light goes on at the borders.

In spite of the plague that has been hanging over us, it’s been a pretty nice summer here in the Forks. The university is holding summer graduations this week and getting ready to move on to fall.

It’s been a long time since your son Donavan came down here and played football. Now he has his own family and is teaching in Winnipeg.

Your friend Marilyn waiting with a cup of tea for you on Cottonwood Street.