The dog plays a game with rocks and water.  It is her favourite game, and involves the humans throwing endless stones—not too big and not …

In the clearing by the pond I am surprised by lupines, planted here by an unknown hand.  In the winter we walked over this place …

It has been raining hard for weeks.  The ground is sodden, the million colours of green running rampant: wildflowers, weeds, brambles, ferns, leaves, needles.  We …

Near the top of the hill is a clearing strewn with plastic buckets, tractor tires, a rusted swing set, a wooden doghouse with a corrugated …

They are easy to see in the clear water of the pond, attached to the stems of last year’s cattails.  There are hundreds of them, …

Two trees have grown up inside a roll of rusted sheep fence.  This woodland was once a pasture; cows and sheep stomped their feet and …

It is both easy and difficult to find the wildflowers.  Difficult because the blooms are tiny, and often grow in singles or small clumps of …

Delicate egg fragments lie on the path.  The colour catches my eye when I am still many steps away and I don’t immediately know what …

In a month this growth will be knee-high, and in two months waist-high, but at the moment it looks like someone brought a mower deep …