I feel genuinely sorry for those who live in a place where they can’t hear peepers at night—whether because they live in a highrise in a dow...

As promised, contact information for some great locally owned and operated nurseries: Not exhaustive by a long shot, but a start! Thanks to ...

When writing, I don’t like to be disturbed. This is a common trait of many writers, especially those of us without doors on our offices. Wel...

Ah spring….March is going out, not like a lamb, but like a dustball of soft, silky, fluffy cat hair…just like the dust rhinos of cathair roa...

"I ache in the places where I used to play…." Oooouuucchhh! All the muscles in my body have decided to be mad at me, especially th...

This is one of those tales of woe that deserves to be shared. One of my very favourite plants is the blue poppy, Meconopsis. It’s not the ea...

Actually, I have a confession. Currently I’m without windowboxes. I have plenty of wonderful containers for outside, and some of them could ...

Sometimes, being connected to the wired world is not the best thing. I was sitting in a board meeting in downtown Toronto on Saturday mornin...

A few random thoughts, swirled around by the nor’easter screeching in off the Bay. Spent Friday night in the company of a diverse and talen...

In a perfect world, (meaning one with more money and time) I’d do some serious renovating to our house. We’d have a solarium or a conservato...

Yesterday I stopped at a local farm to buy some chickens. Not live ones; big, tender, wonderful chickens, grown to beyond the tiny size that...

It starts out with just one…then you get another one to keep the first one company. Maybe somewhere along the way you get a female who manag...

Pssst. C’mere. Yeah, you. Wanna see something hot? Oooooh, look at the size of those!? Don’t you just want to bury your face in them? I’ve n...

A writer’s job is to write, correct? Yes…but also to do it well, and with passion. I am passionate about writing, because it’s not just what...

Words are a lot like seeds from flowers, grasses or trees. They get cast out onto the winds, or in this case, the Web, and we never know whe...