We drove a curvy dirt road off the main Cabot Trail to find these falls. Quiet back there, only the sound of the water rushing down and the birds. It felt like a piece of unspoiled Eden, so that even … Continue reading →
A bit of fog, but otherwise a good drive Ooh! Like the postcards. Another postcard moment. Here we are, stopped to take in the view, when someone offered to take our picture together. A lovely drive with breathtaking scenery— mountains, … Continue reading →
In Chéticamp, there remained yet another place that showed Acadian history and arts. A museum called les Trois Pignons focused on the home life and arts. We paid a small price to enter and a young guide named Catharine gave … Continue reading →
Though we had travelled the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton once before, we had not stoppped in Chéticamp. Our tourist guide book indicated there was an Acadian Museum and some history of rug hooking. I wanted to explore the community … Continue reading →
A small inauspicious notebook. Lined paper in a stapled notebook bearing yellowed edges, splotches of ingredients that spilled over from the mixing bowl. Pages loose and pulled away from the staples that once held all the pages together. Written in … Continue reading →
Running concurrently with Kitchener’s Multicultural Festival in Victoria Park on June 26th and 27th was the Latitudes Storytelling Festival. Latitudes, founded and directed by Lori-Ann Livingston, celebrated its 5th anniversary of storytelling with venues for adult and children. It seems … Continue reading →
A bit of humour to entertain you. Enjoy!
Continue reading →By the time we had finished our tea and dessert, it was time to think about going home. Rachel asked if we’d like to see her midwife room first. She led the way up the stairs to her clinic room. … Continue reading →
Zinnias. Mom had a row of these in her garden every year to add colour to the space. They seem to tolerate the heat. Will see how they manage the well-drained soil. Gaillardia, also called blanket flower, blooming in several … Continue reading →
Rachel invited us into her home. We stepped over the threshold of the front door, into a sitting room, with another room to the right. The front room held a stove at one end that I guessed might be used … Continue reading →
