Maple Syrup Season

Each year, I chalk up signs of spring: the mild south winds I call ‘yearning winds,’ the arrivals of migratory songbirds, the appearance of pussy willows and snowdrops, the night chorus of...

Nova Scotia Spring

Early this morning I walked in frost, the sun a pale gold ball burning through thin trunks of birches growing alongside Balmoral Road. I heard the sharp chatter and ‘cheerio-cheeriup-cheerioR...