I must confess, with some distress, I have become a weather wimp. At the slightest suggestion, when there’s not even yet a question of a…
The thin bony branches of trees point their fingers upward, as clear sky allows the power of the sun to warm the air. Confident, a…
In a great green world, there was summer, and fall, and people who— were having a ball. They were strolling on beaches in cute little…
Basking in the sunny days of summer that stretch their fingers into fall, warm weather wraps us in its soft embrace, long after pumpkins are…
At season’s end, a lone walker savours the beach at low tide, inhaling brisk salted air, feeling wet sand between the toes, and etching every…
Body, laying on the floor following the small square of sun as it makes its way around the room. Eyes, closed, bathing in pools of…
Spring is the season of reckoning, revealing crumpled coffee cups, faded fast food wrappers, failed face masks, and discarded dog dirt. It is the time…
Trees stretch out bare bony fingers to touch the brilliant blue sky, as passersby wishfully look for signs of the coming Spring. The buds, unwilling…
Don’t ask me why I had to buy, pie pumpkins at the store — not 1, not 5, but even more, because, I don’t know.…
We are the summer people, washed ashore by early summer sun and taken out on fall’s first frost. We rent the cottages, campgrounds, and condos,…
I forgot the sound of waves lapping at the shore, the squeals of children running on the beach, and the squawking of the gulls. I…
Victoria’s Birthday calls New Brunswickers to cottage, campground, and to trailer park, and wrapped in memories of sunny days and barbecues, it beckons us to…
