I love this town and her ravishing beauties—homes with old bones that have been lovingly kept or restored. For some reason or other I always want to break out in that chorus: “Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones…” when I’m close to one of these lovelies. It’s after lunch and I’m now on tour […]
“And here’s where the slop from the operating room went,” says Rosemary, as she lifts up the lid from a counter in a small pantry which now used for storage. I have visions of guts and gore plopping into slop buckets below. I’m visiting Rosemary Guyette and Dick Pothier at their home on Sycamore Street. […]
Ever notice how dandelions look pretty fuzzy at first glance … but get up close and personal with one and WOW! What you can see is simply astounding. Puts me in mind of that old saying, “There’s more here than meets the eye …” When I was rained out of axe throwing in Barrington today, […]
I’m on a three-day paddle with Carol and Gerald Jacquard, their dog Bandit, and my husband Barrie. We’re paddling in a region close to where we live that encompasses three lakes (Quinan, Big Gull and Great Barren), some still waters, and several islands. If I tried to describe the essence of this trip, I would fail. So […]
You can’t beat “free.” This was a day for bargains and bonuses for me. First off, I had the morning free from TJP–meaning I wasn’t on the road. This meant I could tidy up my messy office, iron some clothes (yes, I do iron about once a year), and start packing for a three-day canoe […]
Do you know that if you plan on digging clams, your chances of finding them improve at low tide–just as the tide starts to turn? And here’s a tidbit for you to chew on: clams are spooked by thunder and lightning. Yup. It’s true. So you’ll likely not have much luck digging a mess of […]
As Barrie and I stroll towards the Ritchie Memorial Chapel at Yarmouth Mountain Cemetery, the bells peal six times. I’m somewhat relieved, as I thought we were late for our 6 p.m. meeting with John Wainwright. After the usual hellos, John asks how long a tour we want. Assuming that cemeteries are about as exciting […]
While chatting with Nancy Hood enroute to Riley’s Cove yesterday, the subject of waterfalls came up. I told her how Barrie and I would be trying to find “la montagne” later in the day. Nancy said, “Get in touch with René Belliveau. He has a waterfall close to where he lives.” I hadn’t seen René […]
There are rocks … and there are rocks. Although I don’t own any jewellery made of Nova Scotia agate, I’ve long been a fan of the exquisite pendants and rings that John Hood creates (Scotia Gems) and always wondered where he found the rocks to cut and polish. So I invited myself and Barrie on […]
It’s been said that wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit. If this is true, perhaps it’s because places in the wilderness provides that other-worldly feeling we sometimes refer to as “heavenly.” I know that word is clichéd, but Birchdale is such a place. And, although I’ve been there many […]
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