Seasons of the Island

It was dark. I meandered around our dock, the marina and its paths, with a flashlight in hand, walking the Dog as per her nightly ritual. The wind was strong and brisk, as it has been all week. The leaves skittered about my feet. I wore a toque, a heavy vest, and sandals. The damp but yet, dry leaves brushed against my

Monday Muster

Muster Midships!

With the blast of weather that blew in over the weekend, I'm already missing the hot summer days. The tune 'Let's go the Ex!...' is still playing in my mind. I'm harkening back, as on the Friday of the long Labour Day weekend that's what we did! It had been years since either Gordon or myself had