Today, needing an escape from the confinement of writing at a desk, I interspersed words with hunts for autumn colour. I drove north to Tatamagouche and along the shore of the Northumberland Strait to...
The voice of a lone white-throated sparrow singing ‘Oh, sweet Canada, Canada, Canada’ rang out through dim hemlock forest as I ran our back road with Pepper this morning. It seemed like an...
This morning, while darkness still blackened the world beyond my kitchen windows, I sliced cucumbers, onions, and a red pepper. I placed the veggies in a glass bowl, sprinkled pickling salt over them,...
Spurred on by our hiking adventure yesterday and loathe to devote this gloriously warm Thanksgiving Day to the mundane, Vilis and I hoisted a Grumman canoe atop our Ranger, dropped it off on the bank ...