June 12, 1917
The weather turned for the better today and so did my mood. The sun was out, but there was a lot of dampness in the air. In the afternoon the clouds built up like huge palaces in the sky. You could see where the idea of Heaven came from when the ligth from the late evening sun would illuminate these big billowing masses.
It was a quiet day for me. I spent a couple of hours working in Annie’s garden. The weeds were offering fierce competition for the seedlings. The tomato plants had their head start in the lodge but everything else had to come from seed. The strawberry patch was doing okay, but the strawberries wouldn’t be ready for another couple of weeks. The rhubarb was ready, and Annie was ready too to make rhubarb jams and preserves.
I was mostly thinking about Winnie and what to do. I decided the best thing to do was go to Huntsville and visit her. I wasn’t sure if I should visit her at her parents. Instead I could go see her at Stephenson and Anderson’s where she works and if a visit wasn’t possible, I could stay at the Empire Hotel.
The other thing I was thinking about was conscription. It was becoming an absolute surety. Borden knew he’d have an election on his hands so he’s giving the wives of soldiers to vote in their absence. If there’s an election Borden is going to win, no doubt.
Shannon saw me in the garden and came over. He said he’d need my help with bringing hay in soon. If there’s a good dry spell, he was going to cut some in the meadow later this week and it would be dry enough to bring in next week.
“Sure,” I said. “I’m planning to go way for a couple of days, but I should be back.”
Shannon asked where I was going. “A camping trip, by foot, not by canoe,” I said.
By the looks of it, that satisfied his questioning. Shannon saw things in black and white and he was never one to read between the lines. He could never catch an outright lie either.