In the midst of the Great White North’s shortest month, the Great Backyard Bird Count offered me a welcome reprive from February blahs. During the past four days, I spent hours scanning my yard,...
This morning I ran our back road through the woods in -20°C weather, a scarf over my nose and mouth to warm my breath, the forest still and silent except for a golden-crowned kinglet’s high, sw...
With snow blanketing our Nova Scotia yard and nearby meadows and woods, I decided to devote today’s post to an icon of Australian vegetation, the grass tree. During our year in Oz, Vilis and I f...
