Goose Walk to the Coaticook

Wednesday, August 10th, 2022

I wanted to bring the goslings somewhere new and different, so I loaded them into the basket of the cargo bike to go for a ride. I didn’t know that geese don’t like riding bicycles. It would explain some things, tho! I suppose if they liked riding bikes, they could bike south instead of fly. Unfortunately, our geese can’t ride bikes or fly. To make the trip to the river easier on them, I put a big burlap bag over the basket.


I biked through the woods until I couldn’t go any further on the cargo bike, then we all walked.




It may well be a kilometer between the bike and where I wanted to go on the river.




By the time we got there, the geese were too exhausted to swim.




They sat in the grass and had a big snack.




Akiva was not too tired to play.

He brought Orange Boy in the boat to the river.




Huge rapids! The boat capsized! AAAH! HELP!




We returned a different way.




Unfortunately for the geese, it was no shorter.

They forgave us eventually.


Children in the Woods, Winter

Thursday, March 17th, 2022

Obstacle #1




Grandparent Tree


The School of Everywhere

Thursday, October 28th, 2021

If we have to have a school and a school has to have a name, thus I have named it: The School of Everywhere.

Perhaps our mascot can be the wind.



The Rope at Val-Estrie

Thursday, October 21st, 2021

Here we are again!






I know I’ve taken many, many photos at this spot, but this is the only one I can find:

29 June, 2018

Unidentified Myco Objects (UMO), part III

Sunday, October 10th, 2021

On the Island

Sunday, June 6th, 2021


In the Trees











Throwing Rocks









River Sitting







Woodland Napping



The Island in Winter

Friday, February 26th, 2021


We walk to the island. The children take turns pulling.



Akiva does not need to drink much water in winter: he eats the snowballs from his fleece mittens. When I notice his once-white chewing gum has become pink, I realize he has side-stepped the food-chain of microplastics consumption assumed in oceanic plastics pollution studies and gone directly to the source. I wonder how many thousands of plastic microfibers he has consumed on this walk. I feel helpless.



At the island, the tire swing, high above the river in summer, hangs low above the snow.

Iris steps onβ€”






Akiva, shorter rounder and nearly as heavy, is more timid on the swing.

Iris pushes him gently.



He smiles bravely.


The Chained Tree

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2021

We went for a walk in the snowy woods.





We found a chained tree.



Akiva’s Piano Recital

Wednesday, September 9th, 2020




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Akiva throws rocks in the stream.

Friday, April 24th, 2020

I find it interesting that he throws rocks with his left hand:

he does everything else I can think of with his right hand.