Today, needing an escape from the confinement of writing at a desk, I interspersed words with hunts for autumn colour. I drove north to Tatamagouche and along the shore of the Northumberland Strait to...
The voice of a lone white-throated sparrow singing ‘Oh, sweet Canada, Canada, Canada’ rang out through dim hemlock forest as I ran our back road with Pepper this morning. It seemed like an...
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,...