We’ve been slogging since late December – moving my husband’s parents into assisted living, cleaning out and selling their house,...

I’ve been terrible at writing blogs posts over the last few months. I’ve had a series of colds through the winter, and I tend to focus...

It’s officially spring in my garden. Snowdrops are blooming in a bright cluster near the back door. This is a quirk of climate change,...

It really truly is spring. I have flowers, I have bugs, and here’s the proof. Maureen

Every year in late winter, I begin to watch for my first flower. About a third of the time it arrives in the last week of March;...

In January we stuffed our Christmas tree into a snowbank and I declared it would be spring when the tree fell over. It started to lean in...

For the last day of our mountain weekend, we hiked up to Marble Canyon, a brief climb up stairs and pathways, on ice and mud, surrounded...

After a Donald Maass workshop on Saturday (more on that later), I headed up to Lake Louise for a family holiday. The weather is amazing –...

The garden is in that snow-rapidly-melting garden-emerging disheveled stage, when I’m desperate to get out and work, just to be in it,...

It must be spring – Calgary is awash. We have deep piles of snow, getting heavy and thick in the top layers, roads covered in running...

The New Year has always been an odd celebration, for me. I’m not much into resolutions or retrospectives, I’m allergic to the sulphites...

There’s something miraculous about spring. It’s inevitable, the return of life after a long winter, and yet when it happens, it’s always...

My first perennials are blooming, a couple of patches of jewel-bright hepatica. If I roll over on my exercise ball I can see them from my...

We still have piles of snow (how is that possible?) but plants are bravely venturing up, first snowdrops, and now some tiny crocus. Small...

The two-week forecast is for temperatures just above freezing, and I’m thrilled. As the sun hits the frost layered on all the trees,...