Again last evening, the sound of steady rain lulled me to sleep, as did soothing melodies sung by frogs ensconced in our yard. I’ve identified only three frog species – green tree frog, orna...
Morning dew lay like silver velvet on lawns and the river meadows of the Annandale Wetlands as I cycled the parkway just after sunrise, evading the later heat promised by clear skies. I wasn’t t...
After a hot porridge breakfast, we broke camp at Tall Timbers and drove north past dairy herds, mist-shrouded hills, and the wind turbines rearing against their backdrop of lush green pastures, wind-s...