Today the title of this blog is fitting. The first snow of the winter is falling on the streets of Winnipeg. I know it won't last and will probably be gone when I return from the Ukulele Ceilidh but it still saddens me a little. It is a cold windy day full of wet snow blowing mixed with rain. A good day to bundle up inside with a roaring fire and a good book or favorite movie. Or your favorite ukulele to keep you company as you sing songs of the islands; of warmer days.

By this time tommorow, I'll be somewhere near Ottawa about 30,000 kms in the air. I can't wait, I'm so excitied I'm vibrating.