Here we are in December, the Christmas Month. I love this month.
For me, each month has its own energy; each month is distinct from the other. Starting December 1st and continuing until the day after New Year, there is an excitement that builds, legitimizing celebration that, of... Read More
We read or hear it said that life is a tapestry. The events of our lives are woven together and yet while we may see the threads, we rarely see the whole.
Only a few rare individuals get to step back far enough to see the whole picture.
Those folk are sometimes poets, artists,... Read More
This is the dreary month, the month of browns, greys, broken only by the greens of pine and dark scudding clouds.
It is a cold month when we remember those slaughtered in the two world wars and the Korean conflict, and now for those who were killed in Afganistan.
Traditionally... Read More
So it snowed. We awoke to about two inches of the white stuff, heavy and wet, covering our lawns, roofs and vehicles.
It didn’t stay, but still.
Over the years that I’ve been a rural rooter, a country dweller, I’ve observed a pattern regarding first snow. ... Read More
Well, the colour is mostly gone! One day the forest is resplendent and the next, a good wind comes along and whoosh! The trees are denuded. Boo and hiss!
So, as I mentioned last column, I have the tamarack trees to admire, most of which have switched from the light green of summer to... Read More
I love this time of year. I love the colour, the crisp mornings, all of the trappings of autumn.
Almost all of the trees that change clothes come autumn have done so. Of course they don’t do it all at once but from where I’m watching, gold and oranges reign supreme. ... Read More
It was standing room only. I was standing staring at the beaver pond and the inhabitants were also standing staring at me.
I was on one of my daily health walks with our pooches. Instead of heading down the drive and out onto the road for a brisk walk, I took off to the south of Casa Jones... Read More
So I walk into our kitchen Thursday morning to go about my usual routine of making coffee and feeding our pooches only to discover that I’m being buzzed by flies – lots of flies.
“Wait!We are three days away from official autumn,” I thought.
“Aren’t... Read More
Laura was standing almost up to her waist in water when the cellphone rang.
“I should take this call,” she said.
We were trying to load our motorboat back on to the trailer after a glorious afternoon on the lake, attempting to fish (no luck) and generally enjoy being... Read More
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of thunder. It wasn’t close but still. “Oh no,” I thought, “what about the Fair? If it rains all day, all that hard, volunteer work will be for naught.” I needn’t have worried.
The rain was brief... Read More