Coming to Ground

I was sitting on my deck as night fell over the forest, nursing a beer with the Bike Traveller as he spoke of his recent cycling adventures around the BC coast, and it made me happy to think of the [more...]

A funny thing happened when I gave up trying to be a good gardener. Not that I had ever been one – I’d never had a garden that people oooh’d and aaaah’d at. [more...]

I know this isn’t what you had planned for me. Your friends produced softwood lumber execs and nurses, and I will be very difficult to explain at your next dinner party. [more...]

I swing my old wooden chair around and look out into my garden. Most of my best lessons come from there. [more...]

I keep telling my friends I am a reclusive hermit, and they keep laughing their heads off. [more...]