Like a gift from Fantasyland, the morning sky tossed up an arc of gold and pink fading into periwinkle cloud. In the dimness below it, maples cloaked with red and yellow leaves, from which chlorophyll...
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...