In mid-October, I spent an hour strolling Dartmouth streets and waterfront near Alderney Landing while Vilis attended his cello lesson. In the wake of steady rain, mist hung over Halifax Harbour, shro...
Blue sky. White puffy clouds. Ice-covered bay. All these enticed me to walk a few kilometres of the Butter Trail on a late winter afternoon six days before the spring equinox. The Butter Trail is a se...
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...
March in Nova Scotia is a changeover time caught between two seasons. Snow still lingers, blanketing fields and woods, but shrinking away from exposed patches of soil and grass. Temperatures bob aroun...