Category: nature
The return of the birds
The blue jays arrived first. They still startle me with their plumage. I didn’t grow up with blue jays, and they’ve always seemed rather foreign to ...
Lent Is For the Birds
Winter is truly here with a respectable -22 C morning. The snow is crunchy and crystalline, and the river shivers under its growing skin. Life stirs house by ho...
Junco: a prayer for ears to hear
This morning, my ears feel numb. Dulled somehow to the wonder of the world, or the whispers of its Creator. I clear a space in the muddled, meddling clutter, cl...
June ramblings
I’ve got seeds in my pocket and a sonata on my fingertips. It is a June evening, blushing with the colours of the sun up past its bedtime. These night hou...