Busy as a bayman with two wood stoves. Or maybe as burnt out as one?

Or as a bee. I’ve never understood why beavers, bees and baymen are considered to be the archetypes of frenzied activity. Every mother I’ve met could give them a pretty good run for their money. Between trying to keep this household on an even keel and juggling (rather poorly just now) volunteer responsibilities, lately I’ve…

Stepping off the edge

Just south of Torbay is the community of Outer Cove. Following Marine Drive will take you to a quiet little road called “Doran’s Lane”, at the end of which is the trail to Torbay Point and The Cobbler. This may be one of my favourite spots in the area of Torbay. It’s about a two-kilometer…

Berg worshippers

One of the icebergs that has been hovering just off the coast nestled itself into Tor Bay today, strewing bergy bits throughout the cove and attracting photographers and sight-seers of all sorts. Two women donned wetsuits (or possibly dry suits), hauled surfboards out of the back of a pickup truck, and paddled out a good…

Unfurling

Monday is a day of unrolling the path that the week will take and laying out the framework for getting things done. This week is a big week garden-wise, as I hope to move one bed, rework another and get many things planted, both in the ground and in starter trays in the greenhouse. The…

i carry your heart with me

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] By E. E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)                                                       i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for…