Each year, I chalk up signs of spring: the mild south winds I call ‘yearning winds,’ the arrivals of migratory songbirds, the appearance of pussy willows and snowdrops, the night chorus of...
With less than a week remaining before the vernal equinox, a late winter storm has again wreaked havoc in Nova Scotia, dumping freezing rain, ice pellets and snow during the past two days, rendering r...
Two days ago, the world beyond my windows looked like the photo to ther right. Today, wild winds and rain melted vast quantities of snow and left stretches of our access road muddy, puddle-filled or i...
Yesterday, I attended an International Women’s Day of Prayer service in my northern Nova Scotia village of Tatamagouche. The service bulletin itself had been prepared by women far, far away in M...