Homeward

My mom at our table at the Harrowsmith Church Fall Fair. 

Photo by BJ Calver.

I said, "Oh, I should take a picture of this cute calf." My dad promptly began cleaning her nose. The result is this sweet photo.

Ornament

An antique chandelier crystal found while taking ivy cuttings from the garden. I'll never stop looking for what I'm not looking for.

Fairyland

Walking the cobblestone streets of Old Montreal.

One of those days where you sleep in, eat whatever you want and turn down all the side streets. 

Photos of me by Jon Paul Fiorentino. 

October roses

I picked roses 28 October, 1927

-- Margaret Campbell

Written out like a recipe on the first page of her Purity Flour Cookbook. A recipe perhaps difficult to repeat for this part of the world, where frost can come early and without warning.

My mom's batch of black currant jelly.

A reminder that each season is conditional -- what outlasts its time is somehow made more beautiful because of it.

Remic Rapids

Rock sculptures at Remic Rapids.

Marilyn's collection, which she left for someone else to find.

Sometimes the day begins at dusk.

Photo of me by Marilyn Irwin.