Monthly Archives: May 2018

I warn you straight out, now that the new year has arrived I’m going to dish out some dirt. Even as the snow sits on our fields and gardens, the earth can feel the lengthening of days as nature begins … Continue reading →

It is one cold night out there. So I am sitting by the fire with a mug of steaming hot chocolate and a cookie trying to think of something to say about Christmas that hasn’t been said a hundred times … Continue reading →

he swish of skis cutting their first tracks of the season. A tumble of dogs playing in new fallen snow. A picture postcard of branches and pond in the back field. Winter in all its beauty. “Sing a song of … Continue reading →

A garden is a place in which life is reborn daily. It nurtures the soul as well as the body. Old people become young again as they coax beauty, peace and sustenance out of the earth. Young people learn the … Continue reading →

As I ski towards the back field this afternoon, the dogs playing nearby, the sun is turning itself into a giant, shimmering red ball lighting the whole western sky. We have just finished three days of snow, rain, freezing rain, … Continue reading →

It’s times like this that I wish I had the facility with words to describe the moment without resorting to tired clichés. As I stand near the back pond, the sun is just rising behind me, its first light striking … Continue reading →

The first snow of the season carrying with it the promise of skiing across fields blanketed in white, sunrises flashing and sparkling on snowflakes suspended in the early morning air, snow forts, snow angels, steaming hot cocoa with cookies and … Continue reading →

The older I get, the more I come to think that life just goes ’round and ’round. When I graduated from grade 8, I left the old continuation school to enter the brand new secondary school. This building had only … Continue reading →

For the past three months I have been writing on a whole range of topics, but my oldest friend has never been mentioned. It’s funny how difficult it is to write about friends that define who you have become. I … Continue reading →

This Thanksgiving gave us the most wonderful gift, rain. Not just showers, this was big time, in your face, 85mm of rain. It was wonderful. The garden loved it. The ponds were brought back from the brink and the barn … Continue reading →