I’m no poet, but for what its worth, this came to me last night.  Hope you like it. Partridgeberry jam by the spoonful from the jam dish: You can taste it. Wood smoke drifts from chimneys in the frosty morn : you can smell it. Dew kissed fence palings on …

We put out the Christmas decorations a week or so ago, doing it in dribs and drabs as its easier to pick at things than do it all at once. Such different decorations now than there were when we were kids. We really only had strings of lights, and these …

One of the staple things we had growing up was fresh, frozen and salted cod.  Here in Nova Scotia haddock reigns supreme, but nothing to me beats the taste of a fresh out of the water cod.  Generally the casual fisher back home used a hand line with a traditional …