summer

The moment that Meaghan told me that she was leaving home defined the beginning of a new mother daughter connection. We would…

Early April – I picked fiddleheads in the pouring rain – they were the color of emeralds. Late April – Molly and…

I am so excited. Thursday afternoon, I received a phone call from Information Morning, the local CBC radio show, asking if I would…

Without a doubt, eggplant is my favorite vegetable. I made a valiant attempt at growing it this summer. To date, I have…

I have never baked a blackberry pie. I was always told blackberries were too seedy! One of the most wonderful things about my…

Like any farm in New Brunswick, I am dripping in blackberries. They crawl along the edge of most of the pastures. If…

I love menus. Ralph thinks that I am extremely gullible. When we dine out, my favorite part of the evening is reading…

It’s a remarkable thing to share your life with someone. To have and to hold… I remember, so clearly, the day that Ralph asked…

More than seventy-five years ago a yellow transparent apple tree was planted. Mom and I picked apples from it today. As I stood…

There is nothing I love better than having somebody cook for me. It matters not whether the food is edible although it…