Three days beyond Christmas, rain and mist spill onto northern Nova Scotia, transforming snow into sodden slush. Dusk comes early beneath leaden clouds, the antithesis of the long summer evenings Vili...
Hi, I’m not Magi. I’m her son, Dainis. This is a “guest post” about a trip I took out to the Jasper area of the Rocky Mountains (near the Alberta-British Columbia border). Having recently fini...
With snow blanketing our Nova Scotia yard and nearby meadows and woods, I decided to devote today’s post to an icon of Australian vegetation, the grass tree. During our year in Oz, Vilis and I f...
This morning, I walked our long access road with Pepper, limping slightly due to a severely stubbed toe that prevents me from running. The air was still and mild in the wake of a rainstorm that melted...