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…

A swiftly flowing current

I keep saying that I’d like for life to slow down just a hair, but the reality is that I’m the reason that my life doesn’t have many lulls. As I’ve said before, I am the Queen of Mistaking a Level Playing Field for Room to Add Something Else. I’ve been holding that title for…

Enchanted

There are places to which one simple visit is not enough; places that ensnare the senses and enthrall the spirit with a come-hither aura. The Faerie Ring in Harbour Grace is one such location and I’ve been itching for a chance to go back again (I visited last fall) with my new camera, a wide-angle…

Freshwater, Conception Bay

I’m not sure how many places named “Freshwater” there are in Newfoundland. John and I have a running joke, whenever we encounter one, in which we start reeling off the Freshwaters and associating them with events or features that make them unique. For instance, there’s Freshwater-where-we-camped-near Motion-Head, Freshwater-with-the-big-beach-on-the-way-to-Cape-Spear, Freshwater-down-Placentia-way-with-the-trail-that-we-haven’t-done-yet, Freshwater-near-Carbonear-with-the-marvelous-old-houses-and-root-cellars and so forth. In fact,…

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…

Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones, too.

There must be a shoe, somewhere near Oxen Pond in the Botanical Gardens. There certainly is a woman with so many children, she doesn’t know what to do. We counted seventeen or eighteen ducklings for this mother duck, which is pretty large, considering Black Ducks usually have 6-12 eggs (Wikipedia says 6-14, my bird books…

Pantoufles

I have always loved the French word “pantoufle”. There is no rhyme or reason to this. I have no particular affection for slippers. I simply like how that word feels in my mouth. I also like the words “syllable” and “estuary” and I’m entirely not sure why. Today, after the Craft Council’s Annual General Meeting,…

Be a beacon: Cape Race

Part of our foray down the coast last weekend was a trip to Cape Race Lighthouse. John and I ventured out here once before, about a month ago, and it was so stormy and miserable that you couldn’t see anything. This was a much more pleasant excursion. Assuming you have driven all the way to…

Visiting the Quidi Vidi Village Plantation

It’s the weekend of the Craft Council AGM and that means a Friday of Studio Tours as well as a sneak peek inside the Quidi Vidi Village Plantation. I’ve written about it before (before its name was changed from The Tucker Premises to the QVV Plantation) but it’s nearing the opening date now, the tenants…