I got home about 3:30 this afternoon.
Someone has been a little clingy and attention-seeking.
I stayed in Bar Harbor, Maine, last night. The crowded touristy atmosphere was something of a shock after the quiet of Nova Scotia.
Today it was a long drive down through Maine, around Boston, across Massachusetts, and down into the Hudson Valley. There might have been a stop in Northampton. A girl needs supplies for her new loom, right?
Tonight I’m within stone’s throw of wool mecca, but at the wrong time of year, alas. To Pennsylvania on the morrow.
Step 1: Designate oneself the official photojournalist of this endeavor so that one’s know dislike of bugs, dirt, sweat, and general yard work is not brought too much to the fore.
Step 2: Find an old canoe sitting around full of stagnant water. It can be a beautiful pink / purpley color for added effect.
Step 2: Drill holes in the canoe to drain out the water. (Or rather Ann and I stand around cheering while Paula drills the holes . . . “great work, way to go!”)
Step 3: Turn the canoe over to empty remaining water.
Step 4: Fill bottom of boat with empty bottles for future drainage.
Step 5: Just add dirt!
Step 6: Plant stuff. In this case red and white petunias and canna lilies. The cannas will be the ”people” sitting in the canoe. Pretty clever, eh?
Step 7: Admire the results!
Step 8: Eat BLTs for lunch on the deck.
Step 9: Take a nap and make reservations at Bread and Olives for supper.
Because, to quote the Nova Scotian provincial song, “For it’s early in the morning I am bound far away.”
At some point this morning Paula mentioned something about packing all of summer into one day. It almost felt like that; we seem to have packed in the best of summer here in Nova Scotia at least.
There was the view with breakfast (and Kauai coffee).
There was lunch at Rudder’s on the deck.
There was shopping and gelato after.
There was the trip to Mavillette Beach. We took Jack (the greyhound) and about wore him out.
The grill came out for supper, then I managed to fall asleep briefly on the sofa with the evening breeze blowing over me through the open window.
All of summer in a day? Maybe the best distilled into one day.
I keep promising myself to catch up with my blogging, then forgetting until I’m out of time or energy, so here goes . . .
Tuesday we drove to Halifax to pick up Paula’s niece and her boyfriend who flew in from St. John’s, Newfoundland. While there we met up with Leslie, who taught the spinning workshop where we met in 2007. We had lunch at Bishop’s Landing right on the harbour, with a wonderful view.
Note the aptly named boat: Grey Cloud.
There was a stop at LK Yarns, then it was home through more rain, this time via the north shore. All in all it was 400 mile round trip. (There are hardly any roads across the province between the two highways – there’s a huge national park and lots of wilderness lakes in the way. You basically have to skirt the edges.)
Yesterday we made it out to Cape Forchu and the Mug Up for lunch, and although the fog had cleared quite a bit, you can tell from my annual “big chair” picture that it was still pretty cloudy.
Last night I stayed up to late talking with Ann and almost forgot to blog. She took this oh-so-flattering picture of me in deep concentration at the cell phone. She giggled at the idea of all the flags sitting around – it was Canada Day on Tuesday and they were still out.
Today we took Erica and Jon to Wolfville (back along the 101 about 2 1/2 hours) for a conference at Acadia University, stopped at The Box of Delights Book Shop, Gaspereau Valley Fibres (can’t miss a yarn shop), and came back. Finally, it was wonderfully, happily, amazingly, fantastically, stupendously sunny. Yes, I’m a little excited about the weather. It even made it up to about 28 C (82 F), which has been almost unheard of around here. Nova Scotia is starting to shine again just before I have to leave.
The first year I was in Canada on July 1 it was brilliantly sunny. We went for a walk on the beach and stopped for ice cream.
I missed Canada Day last year because I was home from Nova Scotia by June 18. This year we’ve had fog and/or rain every day I’ve been here but one. Today’s not the one.
A check of the webcam reveals they’re doing their best to be festive down at the harbour.
It’s even worse out at the lighthouse on the cape, but they’ve got their flags up, including one on the “big chair.”
At least it was dry and cheery inside at the farmers’ market on Saturday.
And a curled-up and sleeping cat can be restorative on even the foggiest, rainiest days.
Especially if he wants to help with your knitting.
We’ll see if it dries out and clears up enough for fireworks tonight.