One day there are no leaves on trees in the village at all, and the next day the same trees are fully leafed out, their voluptuous canopies ...

Whether or not, I will actually be able to sit under it in the near future is something else entirely, but my big red umbrella has been awak...

Bloodroot ( Sanguinaria canadensis )

And so they begin... our routines of staying home and doing homely things like gardening, yard work and baking, of taking long rambles with...

On an overcast morning in late April, I am bending over a cluster of blooming Siberian squill ( Scilla siberica )  in a corner of the garden...

Foliage popping out everywhere, avian courtship rites and nests cobbled together in every tree - the village is greening up before our eyes ...

Swiftly the years, beyond recall, Solemn the stillness of this fair morning. I will clothe myself in spring clothing, And visit the slopes o...

It will be a week or two until the "daffies" in the park are up and blooming, but I could not resist bringing home a gorgeous bouq...

Wood squill ( Scilla siberica ) One day, there were piles of snow in the yard at least three feet deep, and I could not get anywhere near th...

The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, Where the ancient beeches are moist wit...

Winter's continued presence in the village and the woods of the eastern Ontario highlands is not entirely unforeseen — one can reasonabl...