Summer Sketches
Goldenrod has blanketed the front field, a sure sign that it is August. The trees along the fenceline have gotten so big that only the peaks of the hills on … Continue reading Summer Sketches
Author: Yolande Karin Fenny
An Illegal Immigrant
The 1980s were a turbulent decade for Poles living under the yoke of General Wojciech Jaruzelski and the communist Polish People’s Republic (PRL). By 1987, the regime was struggling with a severe … Continue reading An Illegal Immigrant
Mementos
Sitting down to write on a snowy Sunday in November is a rather pleasant undertaking. There is a quiet inside and out and I enjoy sipping a cup of cardamom … Continue reading Mementos
Wandering: A Way of Life?
Last September I travelled to the Scottish Highlands. As my husband was set to join me in the UK following my walk on the West Highland Way, it was critical … Continue reading Wandering: A Way of Life?
The Cormorant(s)
Is she a spirit bird, I wonder? I see no evidence of her colony, but then I’m not walking by the shore and looking out over the river to see … Continue reading The Cormorant(s)
All You Need is Love
Wandering Wakefield is seeking your love poems!
A Dog Called Rio
What can you say about a 10 year old dog that died? That he was handsome and exuberant. That he loved food, long walks in the woods, Steve and me. … Continue reading A Dog Called Rio
Under the Crescent Moon
In what was the dead of winter, an annual snowshoe to the cabin by the lake to sit under the night sky, enjoy an open fire, sip hot chocolate and … Continue reading Under the Crescent Moon
From the River to the Creek
As the Gatineau River runs, like three tributaries, my children flow steadily westward and fortunately for them, water surrounds them all from the Ottawa River to Lake Ontario to Dawson … Continue reading From the River to the Creek
Family Reunion Weekend
Summer had arrived. First the Solstice and then la Fête nationale du Québec, St. Jean Baptiste. Friday, June 23, was the start of a long weekend. We were off to … Continue reading Family Reunion Weekend
For the Love of Earth
How shall we live? As if we believe in the future. As if everyone one of us is a seed, which as you know is a sacred thing. Janisse Ray
Grief, Grace and Gratitude
It is said, nature is a healer and I feel that every day, surrounded by nature’s beauty with the fields and the woods at my doorstep.
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