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Life is a bowl of cherries

Life is a bowl of cherries

One day several years ago I was admiring the fresh fruit at our local farmers’ market. There were these odd-looking cherries that caught my eye. They weren’t the large, dark sweet cherries I’d grown used to.
Last child in the woods

Last child in the woods

When my youngest daughter was around eight years old, a friend suggested I might be interested in a book called “Last Child in the Woods” by Richard Louv.

Ice to Water

The end of winter is marked by the melting of the ice. This is one of the two most miraculous events of the year. The other miracle, naturally, is when the water changes to ice in late fall.
Travelling in your own backyard

Travelling in your own backyard

You might think April was a tedious extension of winter. Will it snow again this weekend? Probably not. But if it did, you would not hear me complaining.
The first of spring

The first of spring

On March 20, spring arrived at long last. But this is still March, so it is only the first part of spring that we see through the window this morning. The first month of spring is a lot like winter, snow and ice.

Experiencing real winter is kind of a treat - Viki Mather

It has been so long since we had a real winter, I had almost forgotten how much fun it can be. As long as I don’t have to get in the car on a snowy day, winter is my favourite time of year.

No ski trail needed on the lake - Viki Mather

It was a perfect day for skiing on the lake. Just a couple inches of snow covered most of the icy surface. No trail needed, we could go anywhere.

Notes from an ice watcher - Viki Mather

It was a wet and dreary December ... until early last week. It took just one frigid, calm night. Next morning, I woke to ice at the shoreline. Suddenly, I am ready to embrace the cold. The landscape has changed. Winter has truly arrived.

November on the lake

It is dark this November morning. And cold. I want to stay inside and hibernate. Dawn comes slowly. Eventually, the sun rises, but it gives little heat. I turn another page of the book, and settle deeper into the comfort of my chair.

October mist rises with the sun - Viki Mather

Already the sun is rising late. It’s after 7:30 a.m. where I live, and it is going fast. Thankfully, the dawn arrives well before the sun pokes through the trees on the horizon.