The Big River, Flatrock

If you park your car at the Church in Flatrock and wander north-east along the main road, you’ll soon come to a small road off to your right called “Hickey’s Lane”.  Turning right along Hickey’s Lane and heading downhill will drop you neatly onto the East Coast Trail, heading north. You can walk this trail…

When the whales come….

Here in Newfoundland, it isn’t Easter that promises Spring and its joyously heralded successor, Summer. No, in Newfoundland, when April and May arrive, we recognise with a certain pragmatism, that this is only the beginning of the beginning of waiting for Spring and possibly Summer. Spring is a fickle creature here. It comes and goes,…

Of an evening

An addition to my gardening tools that has proven invaluable thus far this summer is the Chuck-it.* Technically, I suppose, it’s not a gardening tool. Really, if you want to be truly accurate, you’d have to call it a dog toy. However when gardening with two border collies, one of whom is under the age…

All’s Well…

… that ends well. A fitting way to describe yesterday as the body of it held the elements of both comedy and tragedy* and the ending was beautiful, yet marred slightly by bugs. Although Helena had a husband, not bugs. I had both, but I suspect my husband was more honestly come by. Katherine was…

Lost in the garden

The rain has finally stopped falling and I’m making another assay on the garden. I know that slow and steady is the best way to do these things, but my life has never quite worked that way, so I tend to do garden blitzes. This weekend we’re relocating one vegetable bed (which is both easier…