Council’s final regular meeting of 2025 focused on annual committee appointments, year‑end financial approvals, and preparations for Winterfest 2026. Attendance All members of Council attended the meeting, ensuring full participation. Present:  Mayor Nasser Zanidean; Councillors Tyson Migneault, Karen Turton, Brandon Wessner, Steven Haithwaite, Terry Stevenson, Neal Boutin; Administrator Emella Waiser Reports Economic Development (Delegation – L. Alliban) Plain‑language:  The

The Gull Lake Diner was dressed for the season—garlands strung along the counter, red bows on the booths, and a small tree twinkling in the corner. The jukebox hummed carols under the chatter, and the smell of coffee mingled with pine and sugar cookies. Snow clung to boots by the door, and every time it opened, a gust of cold air reminded folks why they gathered here. Christmas in Gull Lake wasn’t just about lights and laughter—it was about generosity, dignity, and shared joy

Snow boots thudded against the diner floor, steam rising from mugs as the regulars settled in. This week in Gull Lake : sidewalks cleared not just for bylaw but for neighbors; a recipe book fundraiser serving up support for Autumn House ; and holiday cheer both at home and down the road. At Coffee Row, the stories spilled as freely as the coffee. Community Care Starts at the Curb Edna brushed snow from her scarf and tapped her mug. “A clear sidewalk says, ‘I care about who wa

Heritage: Preserving Our Past, Building Our Future Gull Lake Diner, early December. The windows fog with the warmth of conversation and the comforting aroma of fresh coffee. Morning sunlight poured through the frosted windows, catching on the worn linoleum and the cheerful faces gathered at the big table. Mugs steamed in every hand, and the low hum of chatter rose and fell like a gentle tide. This was the heart of town—a place where stories brewed as easily as coffee. Edna ,

The smell of sizzling bacon drifts through the Gull Lake Diner, mingling with the rich aroma of fresh coffee. Mugs clink and the low hum of conversation weaves between the clatter of forks and the scrape of chairs on the checkered linoleum. Outside, a dusting of snow glows under the morning sun, but inside it’s all warmth and familiarity. Hank sits in his usual spot, stoic as ever. Edna’s glasses are perched on her nose as she reads, and Mabel knits quietly next to a steamin

The bell above the Gull Lake Diner’s door jingled, letting in a crisp breath of prairie air and the faint scent of cinnamon rolls from the kitchen. The regulars had already claimed their corner booth, mugs steaming on the worn Formica, the table littered with raffle tickets and auction flyers. Earl wrestled with his spectacles, Binder watched the group with a steady calm, and outside, early sunlight glinted off frost‑edged sidewalks. The council meeting notes lay folded besid