Many famous gardens are referred to by name, starting with the Garden of Eden.
Memories of Thanksgiving are flying away like the last dried leaves of fall and soon we will be knee deep in jingle bells, tree baubles ...
Columnist explores moose encounters at her home in northern B.C.
I once read only a crazy person would consider extracting honey inside their house.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon finds herself in a bit of a pickle.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon details her late-summer experiences with apples.
Shannon McKinnon, in her column, says while she has mentioned them lately, her bees are still a big part of her life.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon relays a few words of inspiration from the Kathryn Stockett novel The Help.
This summer I took three days away from gardening and used them to go on three garden tours.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon discusses Crooked Tail, her hen who likes to live an independent lifestyle.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon talks about how she could be thinking about you if your plane should fly overhead.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon discusses how picturesque dreams don't always become reality.
Shannon McKinnon, in her column, talks about a wise phrase that blows up in her face.
In her column, Shannon McKinnon talks about horse poop and other beneficial waste.
Columnist Shannon McKinnon on words of wisdom to simplify.
Ah, the familiar sounds of springtime down on the farm; the frogs croaking, bees buzzing and a starling fluttering inside the stove.
I am presently embroiled in the battle of the squirrel. Don’t get me wrong, I like squirrels.
Long-time readers of this column have read ad nauseam about my inability to grow a pumpkin to maturity.
On the very worst nights the bag’s odour permeates even my dreams.
I have dreamed of plane crashes ever since I was a kid. No doubt, in part, because we lived in an area so void of civilization that pilots used the air space over our farm as a practice field.