This morning, while darkness still blackened the world beyond my kitchen windows, I sliced cucumbers, onions, and a red pepper. I placed the veggies in a glass bowl, sprinkled pickling salt over them,...
Spurred on by our hiking adventure yesterday and loathe to devote this gloriously warm Thanksgiving Day to the mundane, Vilis and I hoisted a Grumman canoe atop our Ranger, dropped it off on the bank ...
Like royalty with the world at our feet, Vilis and I hiked for two hours through Nova Scotian hardwood forest this afternoon. We climbed hills, walked ridges, slopped through a meadow flooded as a res...
Hope springs eternal in the gardener’s heart. At the end of June – a month later than I had planned, but delayed by weeks of cold, wet weather – I planted onions and potatoes held in cold st...