In the Fall of 1975, I was one of a handful of people sitting in a classroom in the Buchanan Building at the University of British Columbia. It was the noon hour. A few people ate sandwiches, some conversed in hushed tones.
I don’t remember any introduction.… Continue reading
A few weeks back, I posted this video on Instagram. It shows Mildrith’s magical ability of springing to life in the morning when it’s time to bake bread.… Continue reading
Summer pours forth its bounty in these waning days of the season. For weeks, we’ve been feasting on Silver Rill corn, tomatoes, beans, blackberries, blueberries and zucchinis. Much of them came from friends and neighbours who’ve toiled in their gardens all summer and are now reaping of the overflow. Today, a friend in the Spalding Valley had us come by and pick a quarter row of this amazing basil!… Continue reading
When I go to Vancouver, I like to find a log and sit on the beach at Spanish Banks. I look across Burrard Inlet to the North Shore Mountains.… Continue reading
Two o’clock in the morning.
I’m still a little bleary-eyed, having slipped out of bed only a few minutes before.
Mildrith is warm. I’d fired her the previous evening for a few hours. The fire was still going when I sealed her off for the night. I’d closed the damper, inserted the fire door and shut the steel gates.… Continue reading