Summer heat pours onto Nova Scotia, its scorching breath today aided and abetted by a gusting wind sucking moisture from the land. While my vegetable garden, nourished with periodic drinks from the ho...
I ran this morning, with frost on the ground, the air sweet and cold, and bird talk splitting the silence. A blue jay voiced its ringing call, an American robin sang ‘cheeriup-cheerio-cheeriup...
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...
Two days ago, the world beyond my windows looked like the photo to ther right. Today, wild winds and rain melted vast quantities of snow and left stretches of our access road muddy, puddle-filled or i...