Out of the tangle of deadlines and obligations, out of the mire of self-doubt and fear, rises the truest intention, a river you’ve been call...

Beau and I aways notice our neighbor's bright red Toyota truck on morning rambles, but at this time of the year, his whole yard is a thi...

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in ...

This week's offering hails from the Latin hībernātus , past participle of the verb hībernāre (to spend the winter) and the noun form h...

when the light leaves early, sun slipping down trees as easily as a spoon of cherry cough syrup, four deer step delicately up our path, just...

An autumn afternoon, water, sky and silvery light, drifting fog and reeds almost invisible in the murk's embrace, maples reddening and a...

I’m not trying to hide from the truth but to balance it, to remind myself that there are other truths, too. I need to remember that the eart...

This week's word has been around since the eleventh century, making its way to us through the Middle English egge , the Old English ecg ...

October. Its brilliant festival of dry and moist decay. Its spicy, musky scent. The church's parking lot deserted except for this one...

As so it goes... Clear blue skies and sunlight, leaves crunching underfoot on our early rambles and falling on the hoods of parked cars alon...

Whatever has happened, whatever is going to happen in the world, it is the living moment that contains the sum of the excitement, this momen...

It's the reds that grab our attention at this time of the year. When maple trees in the eastern Ontario highlands turn in autumn, the go...

1 Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful now, from when roots pulled us into the ground and because...

Molly resembles the Raggedy Anne doll I had as a child, and I enjoy seeing her under the tree in a neighbor's garden in late September. ...

We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud. More. We are animal not o...

It seems as though summer has just arrived, but here we are again, nearing the eve of the autumn equinox. Slightly cooler mornings, heavy de...

Ephemeral truce. The dark begins its long winning streak. But for now in this disheveled garden a riot of blowsy flowers hangs on like a ch...