EDITOR'S NOTES

It’s been one year since the COVID-19 pandemic changed the way in which we live and work each day. Like many other moments in history, the “where were you when” will be forever engrained in my memory. I, and several hundred other people, was at the Western Canadian Dairy Seminar in Red Deer, Alberta.

As my parents work on retiring from the daily demands of dairying, I like to invite them south (by about 40 minutes) to my hobby farm where things naturally operate at a slower pace.

In the last few months, I often heard comments like “I can’t wait until this year is over” or “2021 can’t come soon enough.”

Due to ongoing measures to limit the spread of the coronavirus, my Christmas is going to be quite a bit quieter than usual this year. There will be fewer parties, no kids’ concerts and not as many holiday activities.

“Are we there yet?”

Like antsy children in the backseat of the car on long road trip, we’re all wondering when we will reach the end of the COVID-19 pandemic. Is there an end? What exactly will it look like?

As I write this, I am watching history disappear. We just started a large home renovation project. My house is a series of additions. It started with the original 14-by-20-foot, one-and-a-half-story house built in the 1800s.