The Road to Farrellton
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 … Continue reading The Road to Farrellton
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 … Continue reading The Road to Farrellton
By Paul Hetzler According to legend, a few individuals have kept the Tower of London, as well as the British government, from falling since the mid-1600s. That’s pretty good for … Continue reading Raving about Ravens
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.
By Kimberly-Anne Ford Dedication: For Phil, ever inspiring. My winter morning ritual begins with a cup of Bean Fair’s Wakefield Blend, savoured in a plastic chair perched on my deck, … Continue reading Outside In
Continued nature series written by Paul Hetzler One of our more unusual native residents has an adorable face, makes welcome mats out of their own poop, openly carries weapons, and … Continue reading Speak Softly and Carry a Sharp Quill
We are always pleased to welcome new voices to the blog and today particularly happy to introduce a fresh new series that celebrates the beauty, wonder, and intricate connections of … Continue reading Welcome to our new blog series: Exploring Nature with Paul Hetzler 🌿
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
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
What better way to commemorate first snow than through the eyes of Mary..
Diverse landscape is best served up slowly and explored with one’s feet.
By Pearl Pirie – Although deeply embarrassed at drawing attention to myself, acting so oddly to cause red flags of worry, it was comforting to be checked in on, to be seen