A Carbonear Root Cellar

For various professional reasons, John and I took a meander out to Carbonear and Harbour Grace today. He needed to stop in and chat with a fellow named Bern Fitzpatrick and I tagged along, not entirely sure what the day might hold. As we left Harbour Grace and rode over the hill into Carbonear, we…

The Ice Cream Crazies

On the way back from our weekend trip, of which I have not yet relayed all the marvelous adventures, we stopped at the Riverside Restaurant in Cape Broyle for supper. Jasper order and devoured mussels and Katherine, after some initial disgust, tried one and fell in love. She is now planning some major mussel feasting…

Chance Cove Provincial Park

Feeling the need to get out-of-town for the long weekend and being possessed of a rare forecast for said weekend that did not contain precipitation, either liquid or solid, John and I teamed up with the Edinger Family for a rollicking good time on the southern shore. We skedoodled on Saturday morning and headed down the…

Busy as a bayman with two wood stoves. Or maybe as burnt out as one?

Or as a bee. I’ve never understood why beavers, bees and baymen are considered to be the archetypes of frenzied activity. Every mother I’ve met could give them a pretty good run for their money. Between trying to keep this household on an even keel and juggling (rather poorly just now) volunteer responsibilities, lately I’ve…

‘Tis a fine day

I’m not sure what to make of this weekend. This is the second day in a row that has called for drizzle, fog, rain and general misery and it’s also the second day of lovely, warm sunshine. Katherine decided to try out her Prism Flip Kite, bought in Vancouver, for the first time. On the…