A few years ago, the field was cleared. All the gorse pulled out of the ground and moved into large piles and burned.… Continue reading
I’m an unabashed salt lover.
I’m not one of those people who reach for the salt shaker by reflex at the dinner table. I don’t even see the salt and pepper at a table, unless something yells out for them.
I’m often berated by people I love about the amount of salt I use in my cooking.… Continue reading
Jennifer and I live so close to the natural world, where we are on South Pender. Even in the summer, when the island swells with vacationers, hours will go by where we neither see nor hear any human. So when a shadow passes over the front – a raven flying over to Craddock Beach or our osprey landing in the twisted Garry oak on the hill beside our property ‒ it can cause a chill to shudder through the body.… Continue reading