Thirty-one years and still we prune
For years you pruned the wild saskatoons that grew up the lane by the cottage, while I carted the blighted branches, their leaves curled and black, to the fire ...
For years you pruned the wild saskatoons that grew up the lane by the cottage, while I carted the blighted branches, their leaves curled and black, to the fire ...
Yesterday afternoon, walking east of Victoria’s Breakwater along the Dallas Road cliffs, above the brilliant cerulean skin of the Pacific, a cirrus “feat...