Here's a strange little confession – or more of a quirky observation, really: Many of my most intimate encounters with nature happen when I'm tucked behind some shrub, drawers down, having a (for lack of a more elegant word) pee. And it's not that there are grasses brushing or bugs biting my bum. It's that, for however brief a time (thirty seconds, maybe?), I am still. I am still and I see what is right in front of me: minuscule lichen and fungi colonizing a log in apricot an

Sure, I'd like to be visiting family on Vancouver Island where the cherry blossoms are already opening, or dashing outside barefoot to...

The pandemic has invited us to swap travel in search of excitement elsewhere for a renewed inhabitance of our own place in the world...

Back at our campsite, we proudly laid our haul out on the picnic table. We washed and strung morels like beads on necklaces to dry.