Mists of the Avalon

The fog has been doing fun things for the past several days. It is there one minute and gone an hour later, flitting in and out like a politician’s opinion and never staying in the same place for long. I snapped this shot a few days ago at Middle Cove beach, when the capelin were…

“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”

Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….

Pause. Breathe. Resume.

This is a whirl-wind, helter-skelter sort of week for us. We have three major events occurring in the next several days and my aim at this point is simply survival. Last night, after dropping in to visit with friends and their charming child, we threw our schedule to the wind, pulled over and dropped in…

“It’s a long way down,” she said, archly.

At one point along yesterday’s journey, we stopped to grab a geocache. It promised a great view and the hint indicated that it lay behind a dormant ants’ nest. We pulled off at the indicated parking area, at the Flambro Head Heritage Society Look Out/Rest Stop, found the trail head and started towards the cache….

The Big River, Flatrock

If you park your car at the Church in Flatrock and wander north-east along the main road, you’ll soon come to a small road off to your right called “Hickey’s Lane”.  Turning right along Hickey’s Lane and heading downhill will drop you neatly onto the East Coast Trail, heading north. You can walk this trail…

When the whales come….

Here in Newfoundland, it isn’t Easter that promises Spring and its joyously heralded successor, Summer. No, in Newfoundland, when April and May arrive, we recognise with a certain pragmatism, that this is only the beginning of the beginning of waiting for Spring and possibly Summer. Spring is a fickle creature here. It comes and goes,…

Of an evening

An addition to my gardening tools that has proven invaluable thus far this summer is the Chuck-it.* Technically, I suppose, it’s not a gardening tool. Really, if you want to be truly accurate, you’d have to call it a dog toy. However when gardening with two border collies, one of whom is under the age…

All’s Well…

… that ends well. A fitting way to describe yesterday as the body of it held the elements of both comedy and tragedy* and the ending was beautiful, yet marred slightly by bugs. Although Helena had a husband, not bugs. I had both, but I suspect my husband was more honestly come by. Katherine was…

Yesterday and Today

There’s a world of difference in a day. The Robin Family has built a nest under Katherine’s playhouse, near the greenhouse. They were watching today as I worked on the irrigation system. Here’s hoping they determine that I’m harmless.

Lost in the garden

The rain has finally stopped falling and I’m making another assay on the garden. I know that slow and steady is the best way to do these things, but my life has never quite worked that way, so I tend to do garden blitzes. This weekend we’re relocating one vegetable bed (which is both easier…

Sanctuary

You don’t often see really old Caragana Trees in these parts, which is probably why my eye was so readily drawn to this one along the side of a secondary highway. Located in a cemetery in Mobile, Newfoundland (in these parts it’s pronounced “mo-bil”, not “mo-bile” or “mo-beel”), this magnificent specimen arches its shielding arms…

Look up. Look way up: the Anglican Cathedral of St. John the Baptist

I stopped in to wander through the Anglican Cathedral today after a meeting. It’s a fascinating building, both for its history and its construction. As cathedrals go, it’s really quite small. Not so small as the one in Fredericton, but still miniscule by comparison with ones in larger centres. To my mind this makes it…