Here in Nova Scotia, spring rain drips from grey sky, shrinking snow patches in our yard, woods, and meadows. On a morning walk, I noticed pussy willows brushing air with silvery softness, and black-c...
This morning, the early March sky is nearly as white as the snow blanketing our yard. The air is still, damp, cool. Thin, nearly invisible rain falls in streaks, leaving droplets of moisture suspend...
Newfoundland’s Northern Peninsula points northeast toward Greenland like the index finger of an otherwise clenched fist. Vilis and I spent three days exploring it at the end of last June, drivin...
After three days of exploring Newfoundland’s Northern Peninsula (next post), Vilis and I returned to Gros Morne National Park to celebrate Canada Day (July 1) by climbing Newfoundland’s se...