I have been singing the praises, within reason, of the Prince Edward County Barn Quilt Trails; here, without further ado,
A bluejay flew onto our back deck this morning; a gift. You hardly ever see a bluejay in our part of
Barns – preferably red, or collapsing, studies in contrast and texture – are a familiar trope: always an attraction to
(Hu)man cannot live by bread alone, nor can I survive only on writing proposals. My good deed for my soul
For the rest of this week I will be working on a big project proposal; next week I will be
Continuing our journey into Prince Edward County, here are two winter scenes – a hint, perhaps, on the 1st September,
I wrote yesterday about Prince Edward County; I omitted to say that we love it in both summer and winter.
About two or three hours to the east of us lies Prince Edward County, an ink-blot of inlets and bays,