During the summer, a pair of beavers set up home in a lodge they built against the bank of a small pond on our property. I would see them in late afternoon swimming in the pond or hunched amid the ald...
Taking a break from writing on a dreary afternoon, I photographed rain-wet trees chewed by beavers who have been decimating alders and pincherries near our bridge over Matheson Brook here in northern ...
As Sam Gamgee said on returning to Bag End, “I’m back!” Sorry for the lapse in posts. Summer flew by in a blur of gardening and writing and playing piano. But now, before autumn rele...
At the edge of Nova Scotia’s spring, a wild north wind sends treetops shuddering, and sunlight in clear blue sky reflects off snowdust, bathing our yard, meadows, and woods with brilliant light....