A bobolink sings in the city

Early yesterday evening while planting onion sets in the backyard, I heard a bobolink. It is such a joyful sound, more poignant in…

Winter in High Park

High Park provides a remarkable enclave of natural habitat within the city of Toronto. It holds fascination at any season. In winter the…

Eastern white pine plantations are ubiquitous in Southern Ontario. We have one behind our house. The photo shows another one near Guelph. I…

Winter uncovers not only physical textures of the landscape, but also underlying sounds. Whereas in summer we are distracted by showy bird songs…

I happened to be in Hamilton, Ont., yesterday with time on my hands and took the opportunity to explore Cootes Paradise. Steeltown may…

Recently I paid a farewell visit to the house where I grew up. My father is in the midst of moving out of…

We extended our long weekend at the cottage until this morning, and it was a good thing. Last night my daughter, my partner…

This has been a remarkable week. I received a writing assignment from a regional magazine. I spent most of the week working on…

Eighteen months ago, living in an apartment without direct access to personal green space, I felt woefully disconnected from nature. It hit me…

My weekend retreat brought a burst of creativity. It has been many months since I did so much pen-and-paper writing in the space…