
The first fire of the season is always my favourite. Regardless what the calendar might say, it marks the official end of summer for me. By then, I have picked and processed most of my garden and orchard produce (although there are still tomatoes on my dining room table, apples in my fridge, and…



I watched as the man who was like a second father to me, a man who was loved by everyone who knew him and affectionately referred to as “The Padre,” frantically placed his hand over his heart and fell backward.

















