Feb. 27, 2016. When Mother Nature is this angry, it's best to just get out of the way.
Feb. 25, 2016. Winter's not finished with us yet.
Feb. 25, 2016. My mother's memorial bench, which now bears my brother's name as well, is usually one of my favourite spots for head clearing, daydreaming or soul nourishing. Not so today! Bitterly cold winds cast water spray and ice as far as their icy tendrils could reach.
