In the Greening

Most recent trip to the Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia where I saw my final uncommoncommonart.  Another great day.  If the summer hadn’t have been so dry the rush of water in the stream would have increased the full sensual experience.  

The location was perfect and a wonderful end to the art and nature treasure hunt.

This could be haunting at dusk and closer to Halloween.  It looked and felt  like an abandoned civilization.

The above photos are of Gaspereau Vineyards first as seen after the gloaming. 

Then Luckett’s Vineyards with their wonder views of the sacred Cape Blomidon.  They also have a British red phone box in the vineyard and you can call anywhere in North America for free.  Look for it in the first photo.

It was too crowded for lunch that day but I instead went to Troy in Wolfville and forgot to take a picture of the vegetarian platter until it was too late.  Oops!  Yum and very shareable.

See resto below-nice Turkish decor.   

Luckett Vineyards.  There is some green in this pic.  


Uncommon Common Art 2016

“Hunting for art in nature in beautiful, inspiring surroundings.  It doesn’t get much better than that.”

Last year was the first time I found out about Uncommon Common Art and I was hooked from the start.  This is my kind of thing. Art and nature-yes.  Art in nature, nature in art-better yet.  The treasure hunt aspect makes it better yet.. A low tech to no tech version of Pokemon Go.  There is GPS and geo-caching but I just get the pamphlet from the local tourist bureau in Wolfville or Kentville, N.S. Canada and go.  They are available around town too and of course there is a

I posted my finds last year in previous posts but I didn’t show you all of them as time flew and they were gone and I didn’t see the point of posting them after the fact.  They say they will be there from about June 21st until the end of October but I am not sure about the end date as I went looking on a cool late afternoon at the end of October for something and found nothing but a scary bird that flapped its wings and seemed about to attack me in the woods just a few days before Halloween.  I never did see what bird it was as I ducked and screamed.  So I would try to see most before mid-October just to be sure they are there.  The sound of crackling dead leaves underfoot added to my terror.  There’s a reason for the timing of Halloween.  A bridge between life and death.  Harvest of life and the end of all most of nature for months on end except the evergreens and year round creatures.

This year I got a good start and by the end of July I ‘d seen more than half.  They have  been many hot and humid days this year but it has been fun.  Here’s what I’ve found so far.  It is fun to search and explore.  I love finding areas I haven’t seen before but some are in the same place as last year which made it easy.  It feels great when you find them.  A few times the pamphlet is a bit off and one doesn’t have sign but I found them regardless.  Enjoy!







As for food in Wolfville I have been going a lot to Troy lately which serves Turkish and Mediterranean food in authentic surroundings with a large patio.  I especially like the mixed mezze platter with lots of dips and pita bread which is easily shared to keep costs down.






To ring this bell you walk up a hill behind a house and get the added bonus of reading this poem.  Do you recognize it?  It was a hot humid day as they all have been this summer when I went on this treasure hunt.   The produce has been great.  I just bought some amazing corn, tomatoes, strawberries and blueberries.






I have seen most of the art by now.  This one didn’t have the usual blue sign at the site.  Luckily it was low tide as it is only visible then and a long drive to this one and the previous one.

































Annapolis Royal – Beginning of Us All

See the above link about the Order of Good Cheer started by Champlain and the alcohol it has spawned.  I have never noticed it in stores but wasn’t looking.  I like the idea of the Order and how it started things off on a positive note.

Port Royal began here in 1605. But many died from the conditions in winter when they stayed on a nearby island the year before.  Samuel de Champlain was here and founded one of the first settlements in North America.  As said he started L’Ordre De Bon Temps which consisted  of celebrating and feasting which helped them make it through the hard times.  Later he went on to discover Quebec.




Years later many are enamoured of the place. Engish, Germans, Americans and other Canadians have gone there on vacation and come back to live there full or part time.

Today, May 11th there was a story in the Chronicle Herald about Tina Taylor who was brought up in Hollywood by a mother who was in Elvis Presley films. She found this place by chance and she and her daughter are touched by the place. Tina finds herself drawn there more and more.  She got it in the divorce.  Nova Scotia is like that. There have been other stories in the paper especially about this place causing people to pick up and move there.  People will say they have travelled a lot but this place has a special magic.  I could say the same.

I haven’t been to Annapolis Royal for a few years but remember going in June when they have a festival of short plays. Many things were closed on Sunday but I had a memorable feta and watermelon salad at a corner restaurant that I have since recreated.  It was here and the menu board even advertises it with a raspberry balsamic reduction.IMGP1328

There was bakery owned by Germans with many sports cars in the parking lot for some reason.001

I saw Fort Anne but didn’t go there.


I did visit the garden. This area has a very good growing climate which is better than the rest of the province.












I also investigated Port Royal in nearby Granville Ferry the following year in July and saw  the conditions the original settlers had to endure.




People from everywhere have come here.




This is so how we picture early Canada.  So rustic and simple yet with a hint of romanticism.  The bare essentials and so esoteric.  It will be hard to pare down the photos.


I see things like Rhubarb Syrup written on those jars.  We have lost some of these recipes.




Some had a very simple life here.





Great light.



Go ahead and fall for the place like many have.  Nova Scotia has magic.

Tina Taylor who was mentioned above said she has travelled a lot but Annapolis Royal really has her heart.

Nearby is Bear River which is a small artsy place that has buildings on stilts. There are two vineyards in this area which I haven’t yet visited but hopefully will this summer. So much to see.


Benjamin Bridge Vineyard – Annapolis Valley


Not far from Wolfville, Nova Scotia is Benjamin Bridge Winery.  There are many wineries in the Annapolis Valley and in other locations doing great things but this one has gotten great accolades.  Here are young vines in June with lupins in the foreground.  So far you can only visit by appointment only so it is the only one in the area that I haven’t seen up close as I often travel on the fly.

The picture above makes me think of the promise of hopes fulfilled at the end of a long road travelled.  A longtime dwelling thirst is finally quenched and dreams begin to float upwards towards fruition.


Wine is bottled poetry.    Robert Louis Stevenson




I have enjoyed Nova 7 a few times.  Once was a very special occasion.  It shows up at the liquor store infrequently and then promptly sells out.  I remember a fruity microcosm of apricot, grapefruit and peach dancing lightly on my tongue tantalizingly untouchable.  Like the picture of the winery there is a fresh hope of something new.  There is a sense of lightness and fresh starts.  Maybe we can find what we are looking for, even in the dark.  This drink will light the path.   The closest I have come to drinking liquid gold except Gold Schlager.

The alcohol content is closer to beer than wine so it is nice for a slow, quiet evening or the beginning of a late summer afternoon.


This winery’s products are getting rave reviews from  a blogger in San Francisco who rates its bubblies as being among the best in North America and comparing favorably with champagne.  See the review on

I don’t buy sparkling wines that often but this post has inspired me.  It could be just the thing to perk up a late January evening.  The full moon is coming on Saturday.  Maybe some howling under the stars?

In early February there will be Icewine Festivals and bus tours in Nova Scotia.  See Grape Escape Nova Scotia Wine Tours.  They do frequent tours from May to October.

Famous Champagne Quotes

“Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!” Dom Perignon

“Meeting Franklin Roosevelt was like opening your first bottle of Champagne; knowing him was like drinking it.” Winston Churchill

“Champagne is the one thing that gives me zest when I feel tired” Brigitte Bardot

“Why do I drink Champagne for breakfast? Doesn’t everyone?” Noel Coward

“There comes a time in every woman’s life when the only thing that helps is a glass of Champagne.” Bette Davis

“Champagne is one of the elegant extras in life” Charles Dickens

“Champagne! In victory one deserves it, in defeat one needs it.” Napoleon Bonaparte

“I only drink Champagne when I’m happy and when I’m sad.” Lily Bollinger

“Champagne is the only wine that leaves a woman beautiful after drinking it.” Madame De Pompadour

“Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.” Mark Twain

“Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector.” Graham Greene

“My only regret in life is that I didn’t drink enough Champagne” John Maynard Keynes

“I only drink Champagne on two occasions, when I am in love and when I am not” – Coco Chanel

“The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love is like being enlivened with Champagne.” – Samuel Johnson

“Champagne and orange juice is a great drink. The orange improves the Champagne. The Champagne definitely improves the orange.” – Philip, Duke of Edinburgh

“Remember gentlemen, it’s not just France we are fighting for, it’s Champagne!” – Winston Churchill

“In a perfect world, everyone would have a glass of Champagne every evening.” – Willie Gluckstern

“Champagne…it gives you the impression that every day is Sunday.” – Marlena Dietrich

“Pour the Champagne and let its mousse rise,like thousands of sparkling smiling eyes.”- Jared M. Brown

“There is nothing more beautiful than a sunset, viewed over a glass of chilled Champagne.” – Jared M. Brown

“Champagne, King of Wines and Wine of Kings.” – Prince Orlofsky

“Champagne should be cold, dry and hopefully, free.” – Christian Pol Roger

“Pleasure without Champagne is purely artificial.” – Oscar Wilde

“If life brings you troubles, drink some Champagne, then your problems will just become bubbles…” – Unknown

“He who doesn’t risk never gets to drink Champagne.” An old Russian proverb.

The Last (Very) Good Day


http://I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

It was Wednesday,  October 14th and last year the same thing happened on the 15th which was the same mid October Wednesday.  The temperature was hot and high except when clouds and wind periodically crept in.  I knew this was it until next year sometime around May or June at least when we would see 20 degrees again.  I told a young girl working in a garden that this was the last good day.  The temperatures are sometimes in the double digits but in the week since this trip they have even been in the single digits but strangely warm in the sun.  8  or even 7 degrees is the new hot except in shade or wind and people are still wearing shorts, capris and sandals with light jackets if any.  It should be cold but is still hot.

The BBC shows people in Europe with heavier jackets than I have yet to bring on.  Yes to October though some days will be cooler than you want.   Oh and on Thanksgiving on October 12th someone was swimming in the ocean.

My regular travel partner was unavailable on this day but I was not going to waste it so I went alone for the first time in a long time. I have of course been alone for trips abroad but I am not at the wheel for those and if there are vehicle problems it is not my responsibility which is nice.  Just heard Chrissy Hynde tonight saying she hated car culture and moved to London for public transport among other things.

Individuality and independence also come with a price.  If there are problems you must solve them yourself possibly alone.   The interview on the way up though was Patti Smith with a strange accent and I hadn’t liked her past book and now she was toting a new one.  Some people make a career off of others and claim it for their own.  A few American women come to mind.

Still I liked her talking about drinking coffee and being a dreamer type person.  I could relate to that aspect of being an artistic which sometimes feels like autistic compared to some in society.  Walking on a path alone and thinking of nothing and no one is my perfect day compared to some who desire to work in an office or store or wherever and chat to strangers all day.  Hello on the trail is enough for me quite often.  I like think time.

So I travelled solo but the radio talk channel was good for a change and I enjoyed the bright cherry reds, oranges, limes and lemons on the side of the road with only my own internal dialogue.  They were especially nice alongside meandering rivers.  These were hard to capture on camera as there weren’t many good stopping points.  It is worth the drive at this time of year.  The angle of the sun can change muted earth tones into sudden, fluorescent abstract art.

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I will say that I was struck by the brightness of color this year more than any other as if I may be elsewhere next fall.  When the sun shone on them in a certain way as is apt to happen this time of year then the result was spectacular.  Brilliant in fact.  Many former green interlopers will stand out at this time of year as their true colours are revealed among the evergreens; the true greens stand tall with the changing chameleons.

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Those are cows in the field.

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I arrived in Kentville once again and as usual didn’t leave as early as planned.  I often don’t have time for Wolfville and other places.  The  friendly woman in the museum said it usually happened that people went to Wolfville and didn’t have time for Kentville.  Depends on the direction of your trip.

I drove by the pumpkin people who spend the month of October beside the road in Kentville but only until October 30th.  I never asked why this sudden departure but I suspect it is because they could be attacked on the night of ghouls of October  31st.

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I drove past them and there was nowhere to stop or even to park it seemed until I spotted one small parking lot by a field that I had seen many times before but never stopped at.  I got out and started walking and thought I spotted Miner’s Marsh where I had walked before and I was right.  It seemed far from Kentville but in no time I was back there and after some photo ops of the pumpkin people that I would never have gotten by car I was back at the museum that last time had an exhibit on kimonos and various things Japan but now had changed to underwear of the last century plus.

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Firs I walked past the Kings Arms Pub which was featured in a past post and I saw this sign with cool advertising.  There were more pumpkin people in the theme of this year which was lego.  It was near a former hotel on the railway lines when they were big.

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It was at the Kings County Museum and called  ” A ‘Brief’ History of Underwear – Exposing the Underside of History.”  It runs until December but will open again in spring.  The curator told me it is unfinished and they are still adding photos and information so it will be even better next spring.

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She said that often people propose ideas to her and they have collections to share.  In fact the woman with all of the Japanese mementos has some underwear here as well.  I call this North America’s answer to the niqab as you will see how women were reigned in by underwear.  Clothing is the way to keep women under control I see.

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Even today I had a woman ask me for spanx  or a modern day corset (supposedly there is a new one to suck in your waist) or similar but on the other hand many have let their bodies get way out of control.  Some can barely walk straight.  They have bought into whatever the main marketers are selling.  They just want you to become less and less or more and more.  They don’t care about you.  Care about yourself.  Don’t let your body or life be determined elsewhere whether by bustle, corset, spanx, Big Mac or Whopper or any social or religious influences. Be balanced, be healthy.  Think for yourself.

Everything you wanted to know about stockings or the brassiere but were afraid to ask.



I quite liked this display and no you don’t have to go to a big museum in NYC or  elsewhere to see cool exhibits I say.  You never know.  We tend to judge things by big brands or big cities but this doesn’t always work.  Bigger isn’t always bigger.  Nor is smaller.

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It was informative and well done and I took tons of pictures and had a great chat with the woman working there.  She said that people often came to her with ideas and told her of things they had collected such as mustache mugs.  I asked what she meant and she said they had a ceramic band across the top that would keep the mustache from getting wet.  I wonder what they do these days.

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After the museum I continued my walk with the pumpkin people back towards my car but on the main road rather on the trail I had started on.  As I admired the great old houses that mostly turned out to be inns (because what can you do with a big house these days?) I found chestnuts and acorns on the sidewalks that I put into my purse.    Those are exactly what you would expect in a small town.  I hardly ever find these in my bigger city of Halifax.  Especially chestnuts that should probably be roasted somewhere.    They were just cracked open and laying there.   The walk turned out to be just great for getting a feel for the place and taking photos.  I spoke to a woman who told me her husband and sons had made their pumpkin people display as I took pictures and she cleaned up the hay.

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There were so many pumpkin people to take pictures of.

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There were so many of them as I passed a cemetery on one side and a field on the other.

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And there were so many more.

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I was starving by the time I got back to my car after these stops so I took out my lunch to the picnic table that just happened to be in front of my car and enjoyed my ham sandwich and mini babybel cheese plus apple and nuts and baby carrots.  With the view and after the long walk it was great.

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October is a great month in the valley because of course you can buy pears, apples, pumpkins, squash, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, zucchini, onions even corn though I have never tasted October corn.

Happy Halloween!

Uncommon Common Art 2015 – Part Two

So my tour and treasure hunt for art continued.  After lunch at the Port Bistro Pub in Port Williams and here is another meal had there which is the soup and salad of the day with some parsnip crispers on top.P1020733

Then it was on to the next location which was near Noggins Corner where we always go for fresh produce and perhaps baked goods or more even though it seems a bit pricey.  I have done the corn maze before but not in recent years as I felt trapped in it the last time with little help.  Half of it depends on finding the map inside and memorizing it.  I usually found most but one clue.  I may try again this year or next.   This time I was bypassing the cornfield and U-picks for a trail I didn’t even know they had in back. P1020738 P1020739 P1020741P1020734

I got a map at  the produce place but I  was looking for the Uncommon Common Art.   One woman wasn’t sure if it was still there but gave me difficult details to get there. P1020750 P1020751 P1020752 P1020753

Some of it was there and there was some new stuff as promised and surprise  pictures.  Again I was mesmerized by discovering yet again an area I didn’t know was there and it felt so empty and mystical.  Like a fairy tale come true as I wondered through it.  It had a slightly eerie feeling as there was the sound of creaking trees.   Maybe it was pines as I heard as song about that tonight but it added a strange element.   As if I was the first person to come through it until once again there was an area with noisy trucks and digging as I had found down the road a few months ago.  That is when I turned around.  It is only so long until your paradise will be overtaken with the industry of man and then you must run back to where you came from and start again.  Peace and happiness are hard to find for any length of time.   P1020755 P1020756 P1020760 P1020761

I think I found some animal homes above.

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Further I wandered into the depths expecting fairies or elves.  I found more birds on trees and a surprise sweet heart that delighted my soul.  And then it was time to go back to reality and cross the bridge, back through the corn field and pumpkin patch and on to the next art installment located on a residential street in Wolfville.

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And there was more that I saw that day and more that I hope to see before it is over even though I don’t have much time in the next few  weeks.  There are many more interesting looking  art displays in cool locations.  I also want to get more yummy valley veggies and fruit.  The temperature is just about right there at this time.

A Hot July Day in the Valley


It was an occasion so we drove to the valley.  It started with a small hike in some kind of bird sanctuary near Kentville.  It was just past the Evergreen Home for the Aged believe it or not but there were no signs.  I checked the map and made a quick right. There was  big pond supposedly to relax the old folks and first I turned in there but felt it was wrong. I hoped I didn’t disrupt them.  Eventually I turned down the next unmarked road which was thin and dirt ridden and dusty.  It seemed to lead to nowhere but eventually I was rewarded with the sighting of a bird sign if I craned my neck down the  trail made for bikes which used to be for trains where I saw a sign for a bird sanctuary.  I didn’t see any place that could be a sanctuary but I saw a guy with a camera walking along.  I also saw and heard vehicles digging dirt out for some reason which may have explained the lack of wildlife.  Man messing around with nature for his own purposes.

I had to cross a scary wooden bridge to get there with upraised tracks for tires which were scary in case you missed them.  I guess you wouldn’t have tipped but it seemed like maybe you would have.  I got out and headed in these unknown woods and this time the bugs were rampant.  After the fact I bought repellent and batteries for the camera I had borrowed since mine went down.

This trail was flat an easy but nice to just walk alone in the woods except for the bugs.  I was alone with my thoughts going deeper into to the unknown which I love.  I passed a tree house if sorts which seemed to be unoccupied.  Sometimes you hear about hermits who live in the woods which sounds so interesting.  Living on your own and fighting the elements in a place that must not have thick walls and definitely not central heating.

The idea of being able to survive by your  wits with little money is appealing although I’d rather do it in winterless place but more kudos to those that make it through our cold climate.  To be self sufficient is a wonderful thing.

After that it was lunch at the Port Pub and Bistro.  It was not our original intention as it had seemed to slide on its original reputation.  Good food became so-so and overpriced.  Service was often snooty.    Why had we come back?  Well they had great lobster poutine and that had been my original intention but I had a stamp card for chowder so I got that instead and was not disappointed.  Good creamy taste and a decent amount of real seafood as some skimp on lobster, large enough shrimp or scallops often filling it with potatoes and other vegetables and no real cream.  Firs time I got a mussel shell in my mug.  This one delivered.  They are also very small and pricey if you get the cup.  Too much richness if you get the bowl.  We often overdo it when more of a teasing taste would do rather than a bombarding barrage .  Can that apply to other areas of our lives?  A second stamp in my Chowder Trail Passport if you are counting.  One more to a prize.  My mom loved her mushroom soup of the day shown below.

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So as if to smack me in the face, a couple sat down across from me who I overheard had come an hour from Halifax, no doubt for the poutine as both ordered it quickly and easily swallowed gulped it down with red wine and a cocktail – not my first choice for a drink with fries.  I suffered in silence ruing my choice though it was tasty and I got a second stamp on my Chowder Trail Passport (you only need three to qualify for a prize).  It looked good.  “I must come back”, I thought.  I remembered how tasty it was when I had it once before.  We were told that most of the kitchen staff had changed and that is why the place seemed better.  As well the  serving staff had gotten younger and the scary black-haired girl was not glaring at us or at least not on this day.

It was warm enough to sit outside as no wind was up.  I love al fresco dining when I can get it which can be rare in these parts.

From there it was on to dessert at the Evangeline Inn Cafe via a produce run at Noggins Corner where we usually grab something though it probably isn’t the cheapest place.  Things are local and fresh at any rate.  It’s nice to see what is in season rather than grabbing whatever the supermarket has.  I have enjoyed their corn maze numerous times though it is not always easy and I haven’t done the last few years.    They even have local bread or honey, meat and cider for example.  That said, supermarkets have become much better lately at providing locally farmed fruit and veggies and people are loving it. People write into the local paper about how they love the fresh strawberries and they will be buying them until they run out.  Corn is another big one which will be coming in August along with blueberries.

Canadian cuisine is not exactly world renowned but here’s the thing, you just need fresh local things boiled or grilled or baked most of the time.  Too simple to make a restaurant special except certain things like chowder and lobster poutine for example.  Tonight I had boiled potatoes and beets.  All you need is salt and butter generally.  More can be done if you must like my beet salad last night that had maple syrup in the vinaigrette.  Pan-fried haddock or boiled lobster are also simple and tasty for example.  The main non-Canadian element needed would be lemon.  Simple, subtly elegant and self-sufficient.  That describes the best of Canada and our food.   Easily recreated by the tourist in a cottage.

Today I bought a wine that said “Elegance starts within” even though it’s beyond my usual price point.   I liked the tagline.  It was Argentinian which is my fave but this  is a post about Canada.  I was told that most vineyards there are unsprayed as they just don’t have so many bugs in that area.  I hope that that is true.  There are organic wines in various places.

Back to the Evangeline Inn Cafe.  We ordered strawberry rhubarb pie and tea.  Nothing really special.  I wish she’d asked if I wanted it heated.  They are known for their pies.  Not bad but not rushbackworthy.  Sometimes the ones you buy at Noggins Corner can be.  It’s farm country.  There are those with great pie recipes and the fresh fruit at their disposal.

At the Kentville Tourist Bureau which was open on this trip (though only 10 – 3) I had fortuitously picked up a brochure for Grand Pre.  I had been in the area before but had passed on the famous church as being too expensive for a local tourist.  Maybe one day.  What I didn’t know until recently is that the area has gotten the Unesco magic fairy wand touch.  I have visited this area previously in a previous post about a vineyard in the area.


On this heated, sultry day I explored further afield and even reached the beach.  While not spectacular for a beach it did offer up ice cream cones in what looked like a 50’s style dance hall which I’m told was once popular back in the day.  I thought of Dirty Dancing.  The view of Cape Blomidon was spectacular as usual.  I recently saw this beauty in the movie Amelia standing in for Ireland.

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The beach was reddish and rocky but a few people went in.  It was definitely beach weather.  Hot bordering on humid and not a breath of air to be had which felt odd as often I have been in the area and it has been extremely breezy as if the Bay of Fundy funnels in the excesses of the North Atlantic.  The Atlantic is notoriously windy.  I have experienced it from Nova Scotia to Argentina and Portugal to Morocco.

At this beach I read how it is a lifesaver for the semipalmated sandpiper where it gorges on small shrimp en route to its migration grounds.  It’s pretty neat how nature sets things up.  A beefing up to help on the long flight. How do they know?  How did they ever know?  Some would cite spiritual reasons here.  Who knows how it all works and that is one of the joys of exploring nature.   In fact this lovely viewpoint sums it all up.  There are some Red Chair destinations throughout Nova Scotia but this is the first one I have encountered.  How wonderful is this view with the church steeple and Cape Blomidon in the background signifying religion backed by nature as viewed by humans with their creations (as seen above).

Birds that migrate long distances never cease to amaze me.  Not something humans could do on their own.  Going back to Amelia.  Twice she landed in the wrong countries.  Guess she didn’t have a very good radar system.

Returning back I saw the dyke system though it must have been modernized since the Acadians were there.  It was so calm and quiet as I looked out over the blue water and distant green land.  A few people were fishing and families were frolicking.  An older man went walkabout with his camera.  I love quiet, contemplative areas and with the lack of wind this was feeling just about perfect if a bit too hot.




Traversing the flat dykelands again back towards the secondary road led to another location recommended on the pamphlet.  It was necessary to pass a farm with signs warning of children so we had to drive slowly.  The dirt road finally ended again at the water’s edge which was the point of the forced deportation of the Acadians which was marked by this beautiful cross unlike any I had seen before with a message written on one side in French and the other in English.  I inhaled the temporarily humid serenity as I looked out to the wonderful coast and island.  It was hard to believe that a sad event had happened here.  A haze lifted in the sea making everything seem as if in a dream.  Birds rose and fell in the distance while creating a distant sound of protest.

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There were signs detailing the events of the past.  History can seem hard to reach and remember but we should try to learn about things as there is often a lesson that we need to learn.  Things can change but let’s hope that the peace of North America ensues and that it comes back to those who have temporarily lost it in other parts of the world.

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During this trip we passed various roadside tables set up with women selling strawberries.  In the end we stopped at one and got a red hot sweet deal (no pun intended).