I love Saskatchewan. I love it from the flat plains to the steep hills. I love it from the rivers to the sloughs. I love it from the cute but annoying gophers and the horrendous province bird of the mosquito. I love it from the colorful Ukrainian and Hungarian and Swedish down home folks to the people who wish they were. I love it from the fiddle music that touches my soul to the sound of the accordion that should not be amplified in small spaces. (Word of warning: do not tell anti-accordion jokes.) I love it from the winds that are too strong to the stillness that takes captive my mind. I love it from the old ways being practiced to the new that are slowly creeping in. I love it from the Rider fans that seem to be everywhere to the hockey in which people try to murder each other. (Another word of wisdom: rooms can get really silent if you admit not being into sports.) I love it from the traditional food (perogies and sausage, here I come) to the non-traditional never being heard of (our neighbor asked what salsa was). I love from small towns to the farms to everything being a little backwards and fifty years behind.
But I mostly love it because I have found home here. I have found a spot to rest my soul and grow.
Perhaps God will call me to somewhere else, some day... but for now, I am so glad to be here.