"Hi there.

In 1994 I fell in love with a 10-acre clear-cut on Prince Edward Island. It had been stripped of trees and was waist-deep in debris. Nearly a quarter-century later, trees are grown and so have I. Walden is our space. These are our stories and observations."

  • Dusting off, repacking, reposting

    In case you’re just joining me here, Day One of this New Year, welcome! I’ve been blogging at this address since 2001, mostly in a scattered attempt to capture some observations and to share…

  • “So please be kind if I’m a mess”

    “You got to keep in the game; Retaining mystique while facing forward. I suggest a reading of a lesson in tightropes Or surfing your high hopes, or adios Kansas it is … ” *…

  • Eyes up, unafraid to stumble

    There is always a good reason to avoid writing here. Lately, it’s been because I have too much to say and don’t know where to begin. I was much better at this when I…

  • Trees, for the woods

    “A bewitching stillness reigns through all the woodland and over the snow-clad landscape.” – H D Thoreau. December 9, 1856 My sister popped by Walden yesterday to check on things and to turn off…

  • Magic by the Buddha bridge

    “If you get up and have a hot shower, you’ve already had a terrific day.” I forget who said this last week, probably someone on the radio musing about the January blues and imminent…

  • Act now

    I’m 45 years old. After much prompting, the kids are slowly transitioning from calling me Old Man, to “Cactus” (Simon’s idea), or “Darth Father” (Jasper’s). I’ll take either. I hate getting older. The wisdom…

  • Keep your eyes on your mete

    Fun Dip now comes with two candy sticks. I discovered this on Christmas Eve when a wide-eyed kid who had already had too much sugar stumbled into me and showed me the tangy candy…

  • Recovery

    “Well, that was the best ‘rock bottom’ ever.” Our friend and neighbour Michelle has a gift for summing things up tidily. And this was no exception. It was August 19, 2013. I had just…