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
In, around and beyond our village

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
Just popping by to wish all our readers a Happy Valentine’s Day.
Safe in my garden, I want only to write of my flowers.
I know most assuredly now, that dragons exist. But perhaps they are not the only mythical animals to grace the village of Wakefield.
Happy Robbie Burns Day but don’t you believe for a moment the stories you hear about Haggis.
A young barefoot child in a tattered pair of swim trunks stares under her hand, beyond the ocean and hazy distance, north towards Miami. Such stories she has heard, tales … Continue reading A voice calls out in the wilderness
What better way to commemorate first snow than through the eyes of Mary..
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
Storm Agnes is going to hit the island tomorrow, and when it comes, there probably won’t be any ferry crossings for a few days. If we want to get there, we need to go right now!
My bridge connects me to others’ beliefs and understanding, to the world’s living and non-living inhabitants, to the past and to the future.
I tell you, it has taken me all my life to soften and blur, and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see,
by Paula Halpin What I remember most about being a child in the seaside village of Skerries near Dublinis racing across white sand so hot it stung my feet and … Continue reading Time and Tide