It was November and the grass was as green as ever at our Nova Scotia home. Unfortunately, the pesky thistles were multiplying by the hour in the mild temperatures and I kept digging them out.  The weather was so pleasant, I was able to take two long, refreshing walks each day. The early setting sun was the only hint that winter was only three weeks away. WHO MOTORED TO HALIFAX FOR MEDICAL ATTENTION? On one of those mild evenings, I was…