Today I recalled walking our long access road through the woods to Balmoral Road fourteen years ago, my mind filled with nothing but an image of breakthrough. One doe on the lawn is what Vilis spotted...
In our yard and beyond, red maples have thrown off the somber cloak of winter and dressed their branches with flowers of red and white, the clustered blossoms tinging our northern Nova Scotia landscap...
In early morn I walked in drizzle beneath overcast skies, my ears and eyes seeking birds. Ruby-crowned kinglets let loose with high-spirited, rollicking songs, their voices, like those of winter wrens...
In his nature classic A Sand County Almanac, Aldo Leopold wrote that wood heats us twice, once when we cut it and once when we burn it. Lately, wood has been heating my son Janis more than twice. Assi...