These final weeks of 2020 I have had the almost daily honour of encounters with at least one, if not two, brilliantly white, snowshoe...

Snuggled in my bed under a comforter with a heating pad trying to warm myself up after a chill settled in during a glorious mid afternoon...

In my growing up years, count days were sacrosanct. Only the severest of weather or illness could interfere. Come hell or high water...

Yesterday afternoon Maria, Lucas and I went on a glorious, woodland walk. The evergreens were dusted with a smattering of snow and it was...

remember that you (insert your name here) are valued though your life is but a silhouette of bare limb hardwoods at dusk beautiful and...

Sitting on my couch in my humble living room surrounded by the warm ambience our brightly lit Christmas tree and feeling so many things...

Despair hangs in the air like birdsong in springtime-- Striated, piercing, wanting attention and strangled with need. But cheer, although...

Foreground: Seedheads of Golden Rod frazzled and beige tired sentinels alongside a tangle of Buckthorn whose outstretched thorny vines...

Let us be children of Peace. On the Rails to Trails in Mt. Herbert yesterday morning, my son and youngest daughter and I met up with a...

i awoke with a start to see it was all just a dream my thoughts and gloomy ruminations I'd been caught in could not hold water did not...

Longing for Belonging to Earth Yesterday morning I had the great pleasure of taking part in the first class of my husband Paul’s second...

Early November 2020 Mid afternoon today, we drove an hour north east to Monticello pick up a used deep freeze my uncle was getting rid...

Happy Hallowe'en! Today in Stratford, PEI we awoke to snow on top of our uncarved pumpkins lining our sandstone framed front garden....

Admit I must, I have been dwelling, of late, in other worlds. I have been thrusting myself into enchantment’s arms when my own wings have...

1) Along the trail yesterday our son pointed out how towering stalks of unharvested corn were still holding firm to October soil with...

Gratitude for that which we often take for granted. That is what my children's long injuries and long recoveries have taught me. That and...

Peace is where Life meets itself as a distant cousin whose face you recognize in someone dear Whose voice stirs something old and deep...

Waterside Road, Late August This blue skied evening Curly dock stands roadside well burnished by summer’s heat a deep brown broomstick...

Queen Anne's Lace collars roadside Goldenrod, sweeps of Jewelweed crown the fade of Morning Glory's while the Joe-Pye Weed vies for...

Humidity hangs in harbour's mouth as fog skims over river bed- empty mussel shells exposed to air- breathing deeply hurts. Something...