Six Mile Falls

Recently I did a long hike on the outskirts of Halifax and in the middle I relaxed in the warm spring sun for half an hour. Feeling the sun on your skin and listening to the mellifluous sound of falling water is a tonic for the soul. 

Relax and enjoy as nature slowly warms our hearts once again. 


Spring in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia 

      It was yet another warm spring day and I was taking a hike with my Jamaican friend who is still experiencing her first year in Canada. 

      It was nearly 20 degrees and she had fleece lined tights, boots and a heavy hoodie. I was hot in lighter, looser lounge pants and a light cotton cardigan and breathable sneakers. 

      It has been a nice April and things are budding. We spent nearly 3 hours walking, talking and sitting on benches.   

      My friend is petrified of animals, especially dogs.  Everyone and their dog was out that day with a dog or three. In some countries dogs are not so often kept as pets. 

      She’s even afraid of chickens which no doubt roam Jamaica more than Canada. She did grab my arm when she saw a ring necked pheasant running away. I had already mentioned hear their screeching call. I said that no one had ever been hurt by a pheasant. 

      I spotted this cute carving from a distance.  My friend also climbed the tree.

      She touched the North Atlantic for the first time and said it was freezing in April. I thought it was cold. Perspective. 

      A great time was had. She really enjoyed getting out of the city though luckily it doesn’t take long here and that’s one thing people like. 

      I’ve met other newcomers here from Syria, Iran, Turkey, Jordan, Colombia, Cuba, Nepal, Russia, Eritrea, China, Korea, India, Egypt, Vietnam, Germany, Britain and the list goes on. 

      At this time of year I salute new beginnings. 

      After the Third Nor’easter/ That Pre-spring Feeling 

      • For some reason there is an orange line in the sky
      • Hi.  Ah what a difference a week can make.  Last week we were awaiting the third storm in one week and now it’s evening and the window I thought I ‘d open for five minutes has been open for two hours. 

      There is the sound of traffic again infiltrating my indoor space. The smell of outdoors come indoors again like line dried clothes brought in after time spent outside.  

      • Below see a sidewalk finally coming back after a week. Some snowplow operators were not home much. 

      My senses are more alive like meeting a lover after a three to four month absence. I feel it all more than ever.  Like a light kiss after a prelude to more.   I know something good is coming.  

      • It’s been a few months since I stood outside for any length of time. You can hear and feel a difference in the air. You smell hope. Today I was outside after a meeting with people embracing change and as I was talking to a woman I felt the sun caress my cheek.   It was the first time in a long time I could physically feel hope. 

      The sun’s angle has recently changed.  Days already feel longer. I know this is true as young men rev up their engines and  I saw two people getting ticketed today. 

      Interesting stories from newcomers lately. They love it here after they get  used to the first winter.   People from the Middle East or Asia are the main ones moving here although anything is possible.  

      So I didn’t get the snow pics as planned but got some of piles melted days later and saw snow transported to places where it could die like  unused golf practice areas.  

      • There are weird  snow walls on the roadside.  Like levels of something.
      • Things are melting as seen on my balcony and the next one. 

      One scoop from the Chronicle Herald in Halifax is that Justin Trudeau placed Ivanka in her father ‘s chair.          

      I said things looked sweet between them.  

      We feel a fresh change is coming. Anything is possible.   As cold ice melts so returns the sun to its rightful position.   And snowmen eventually become nothing.   

      We are in a meltdown. 

      I find the balance of life among the four seasons. 

      Nor’easter # 2 

      Well Nor’easter #1 was such a hit I decided to come back with #2. 

      Well the first one was just a warm up.  This is the worst weather I’ve experienced in a long while. 

      I’m reminded of the Netflix series Trapped set in Iceland where the characters wander around in the same blizzard conditions except they rarely do up their coats. I feel like quite a whimp in comparison. 

      Many TV shows are now seeing the value of moody weather in the mix.  Canada has some new wintry shows. The Killing featured the wet west coast and was a take on a Danish show. 

      No longer is life all palm trees and sun though hot places have problems too. If you were in Australia right now you’ d be blistering in 40+ heat or running from wildfires. Everyone has something. 

      That said I have been trapped inside today. Most things are shut down and transit is down. So I will only tease you with pics as I couldn’t even venture out on the balcony as the wind was so high.   This is the first time I have experienced this. 

      I see a neighbour tried to dig out his car and gave up. The snow is up to the base of windshields. It’s wet and sticks to windows so that you can hardly see out.

      The wind was predicted to reach over 100 kilometres/hr.  The snow looks a few feet deep.  Predictions were up to 60 cms.  It was very white today.   Visibility low. 

      There were always cars on the roads but not many. OK if you slid a little. The journalists were out and surely emergency personnel. A team with army style vehicles drove people around such as a guy going for radiation treatment. 

      The guys clearing things were top notch.   There was never too much snow on the roads.   I will now praise all of the above people who often only hear complaints. 

      Today there were no flights out of Halifax but Prime Minister Trudeau did manage to fly out of Ottawa to meet President Trump. 

      By all accounts it went better than expected. PM Trudeau even acknowledged our storm in his post meeting speech. I may be already pre-voting for him. He covers all areas of the country as he should. You are voted in for all and not just the richest. Glad he gets that. 

      Oh and I liked the pics of him and Ivanka. Sweet. 

      More pics of our monster storm will follow when I get outside tomorrow.   Below is in reverse order just during the early morning. 


      As you can see I am embracing winter this year. Well it’s not going away anytime soon.  It hasn’t been too bad as most storms seem to come at night.  

      Last night was the same. We were awaiting a Nor’easter which is a storm that may strike fear in the heart of those living in the area from North Carolina to Newfoundland.  Or it may excite you if you’re a storm lover. 

      I tend to fall in the latter category. It can be fun to witness the power of nature unleashed. I like to get stocked up and take a window seat.  

      Apparently storm chips are now a thing. They even have a hashtag. I saw a four pack yesterday when I was stocking up on storm drinks. It seemed I wasn’t the only one.  

      A New Brunswick company called Covered Bridge makes a chip pack with BBQ, salt and vinegar, ketchup ( very Canadian ) and one more I can’t read on the pic I googled.  They had boxes at the liquor store. This is new. 

      Speaking of storm drinks I found out there is a Nor’easter cocktail made of lime, bourbon, maple syrup and ginger beer. It could be more of an NY thing. I like the idea but it needs more Northern ingredients. The storm does affect the north after all. 

      Anyway as you can see despite some media’s claims (especially some Toronto news outlets with ridiculous reports that always make TO look better than the rest) it didn’t really leave much snow behind. I moved out of the parking lot so it could be cleared but there was nothing much except a few drifts and the plow didn’t even come. 

      It was a lot bluster causing drifts on the right and left but ultimately doing not much.  When you looked at the streetlights you saw white stuff going in both directions and getting nowhere.  In the end it amounted to not much. 

      You were very astute if you realized the above was a political analogy. 

      Somehow school was cancelled and other things delayed though it was mostly a nighttime event. Fear is easily stirred up. 

      I finally researched Nor’easters even though I’ve heard about them my whole life.  It’s like a cyclone I was surprised to find out except a cyclone feeds on warm  air and a Nor’easter on cold air.  There was an early morning moon set though hard to see. 

      This storm happens when cold, dry air from the north meets warm, wet air from the south. A pre – Valentine’s warning that maybe opposites don’t attract.   They just make a mess of things. 

      The name tells you the direction of this storm and it actually hangs out for weeks further north so we shouldn’t complain. I always wondered where storms go to die. 

      They turn counterclockwise so they are a bit rebellious. Going against the grain.   They tend to spin out from November to March so they are almost over as this month flies by.

      They are generally a mix of wind and either rain or snow or something in between. 

      In my post storm walk today it was empty and quiet as even waterfalls and streams were frozen or buried.      There was rock art. 

      People were scared off by the media.  When I was young we walked around in all kinds of weather free from the media’s over protection.   We did just fine and the weather was worse then. 

      Winter is a time for reflection and planning for springing into a new beginning.  Tonight is the full moon.  

      PS: Another one is coming on Monday. 

      In the Starkness and the Darkness 

      It’s time to celebrate winter in all of its many forms. 

      This year I really saw it as a sort of living death. You sometimes feel you walk through apocalyptic zones but there is a certain beauty in austerity.    Every time I walked by this tree but one there was a single crow sitting on a branch. 

      I think of the salt flats in Bolivia which I loved for their silence (if there weren’t three Frenchmen talking).

      On a recent walk I found things pared down to the bare necessities. Sometimes it’s dim and grim but it makes you reflect on life. 

      You will notice the hardy plants which are the last men standing  and take strength from these brave soldiers. 

      There is always the water which can vary from water to ice or both. Sometimes it is nonexistent and other times it gushes after a heavy rain seeking its release. 

      There will always be change and you can always find something good in any situation. Large flakes in your  face can be invigorating. 

      On a recent walk on a cool and cloudy  prestorm morning I focused on sound in the calm before…

      I heard some roofers hammering and one sang “Roxanne”.   

      A man gave me a hearty “Good morning .”

      I heard the pitty pats of runners numerous times with heavy breathing. 

      There was the rubber to ashphalt sound of cyclists and no other warnings of their approach. 

      Sounds of chickadees and other unknowns. Ducks flew close overhead flapping their wings in a race against the impending storm. 

      The rest was frozen still. The strong yet silent ones finally got their due. They would survive another day.