Mushrooms
A poem by Sylvia Plath
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Thanksgiving Gifts from the River
We reach the dock and untie our shoes. Feet in, shirts off, we sink into the water and drive forward hard…
Too Helpful?
On the heels of Canada’s 2021 National Forest Week of September 19-25 it may be good to ask trees what they need.
Cycling Le Grand Sentier
Emails were exchanged, enthusiasm abounded, dates were set and changed, and in the end, we landed on a spectacular morning to set out on a ride of discovery.
No Substitute
‘Tis the season of sunflowers in Wakefield
Over the Seawall
A novel : First installment It was perfect. As she held the doll close, cooed, and rocked it, she was unaware of the expression on the craftsman’s face. He was … Continue reading Over the Seawall
En route..
The Annapolis Valley and on to Cape Breton…
This land…
The Saint Lawrence “Nova Scotia is a box bass and a fiddle and German sourdough and scotch eggs. And the air, all heavy and bracing and wet. When you’re driving, … Continue reading This land…
mountains
I work on the sixth floor of an old building, and as I meander up the metallic staircase, I often pretend that I am breathlessly lumbering up a mountain
The Tourist
She was fearless when she swam. The ocean warm and calm, she stroked rhythmically out past the pale blue, past the aqua and then into the deep, dark, navy. There … Continue reading The Tourist
Considering the Lilies
Everywhere I walked there were day lilies. Huge clumps of them. Each flower so perfect, blooming just for that one day
The Heart Will Go On
Everybody’s got to be happy. Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
Wandering Wakefield 