In, around and beyond our village
I woke up feeling off. Not sick, not sad—just heavy. The kind of heaviness that arrives unannounced, like claggy mud clinging to well-walked boots. The world’s unrest had settled squarely … Continue reading The Road to Farrellton
Swedish roots run deep on my mother’s side and were always a quiet backdrop to my upbringing. A Hallongrotta here, a Pepparkaka there, a “ja ja” or a lonely nej … Continue reading Roots
Not far in front of us, appeared two young men, one straddling his bike and the other bent forward at the waist – torso parallel to the ground.
As I sat by the window, one ear still tuned to the conversation around me, the differences grew ever more apparent.
Nestled neatly in these painted Hills, Wakefield, is so much more than just a place. For many, it is a sanctuary; a quiet heartbeat where nature’s rythm aligns with our … Continue reading Home Sweet Home
What better way to commemorate first snow than through the eyes of Mary..
..because it is spring;
because once more the moon and the earth are eloping –
Diverse landscape is best served up slowly and explored with one’s feet.
…I have work to do
…here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums..
Hugging the Bay of Fundy, the Annapolis Valley is a special sort of place.
K’tzim-a-deen is the “Valley at the Head of the Inlet” (Coast Tsimshian)
Wandering Wakefield 