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Morning everyone. I am coming to you from warm, slightly humid, Nova Scotia. It's 20*C/68*F at 7 am. and it says on my weather app that it is humid with a humidex of 94%. That is all Greek to me. I don't know at all what it means. I don't feel sticky or uncomfortable and I don't have my heat pump on bringing in cool air. That might change as the day goes on. I find it very comfortable in here.
I slept the sleep of the dead last night. I was in bed by 8:30 and asleep by 9:30 and did not really wake up until quarter past six this morning. I think I got up once to go to the loo, but that is it. I was very tired. Monday night is the first time in a very long time that I can recall not sleeping at all. I think the last time was when I flew home from the U.K. before my mom's last cancer surgery. I didn't sleep the whole night before I left the U.K. and the whole journey was a nightmare with missed flights, etc.
Not an experience I would ever want to have again. Thankfully this time I didn't have to fly anywhere.
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I just keep praying that they will be able to get all of whatever this is and that it won't have spread to any other organs. She will be allowed to stay with me during her recovery which is good. Not that she doesn't want to be with her dad, but . . . things are not all that comfortable there because of you know who.
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Doug and his family stopped by for a visit yesterday afternoon. Camp is all over with and they all enjoyed it very much. Its always a good sign when boys that age don't mind travelling with their parents. (20, 17 and 15) They didn't stay too long as his wife was not feeling well. She had a headache and was feeling nauseous. Perhaps heat related. In any case, it was lovely to see them all and spend some time with them. They are leaving to go back to the Island today. I pray they have a safe journey.
There has been quite a few accidents in this area lately. One right here in town not too far from Eileen's apartment. A motorcyclist who unfortunately perished. I happened to go to Eileen's right after it happened that day and saw all of the emergency vehicles.
In any case I hope that they have a safe and uneventful journey home. I hope I don't have to wait too long before I get to see them again. Doug said that he and Jon might come over again later in the year like they did last year, which would be nice.
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I did make it next door to Jeannette's birthday get-together yesterday which was nice. I didn't stay too long as Doug was coming, but I was able to give her a card and have a bit of cake, which was very nice. All of the ladies on the street, bar 2, were there so it was nice to get to meet some of them as well. There were even a few gals from the next street there.
Old ladies talk. About everything. I'm not going to outright call it Gossip, but . . .
In any case I stayed a short and then came back home to wait for Doug. The important thing is that I went. Doug said he saw all of the walkers lined up in front of the gate, lol.
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In the utter stillness she heard the tinkle of the fountain, and smelled the roses whose blossoms hung rich and motionless. So she drifted, drifted on the wistful feet of beauty, past the water and the swans, to the noble park, where, underneath a great oak, a doe all dappled lay with her four feet together, her fawn nestling sun-coloured beside her.
Oh, and this doe was her familiar. It would talk to her, because she was a magician, it would tell her stories as if the sunshine spoke. ~ D. H. Lawrence, from The Rainbow, 1914
The deer rarely cross through my sister's yard these days. They used to always have deer in the yard as the river is across the road and down the slope. The deer would cross over there to go to the river to drink. The new neighbor across the way has put up all sorts of fencing now as he has a bit of a mini farm going so the deer can no longer get to the river by that way. They cross over somewhere else.
Eileen and I saw a doe in a field on the way over to her apartment one day a week or two ago. It was just standing in the field. It's not often you will see such a thing here in town, but also some bears have been sighted not too far from Eileen's apartment. (I have not told her that!) There was some footage on the local FB page yesterday of the sighting. There was also a man walking through the town armed yesterday afternoon as well. I don't know how true that is. Some said it was a water gun, others said not. But there were photos of the local police patrolling, which is not something you see very often, if at all.
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Summer is perfect now.
The wheat says so, when in the dawn it drips with half-an-hour's rain and gleams like copper under the fresh, dim sky; it cries aloud the same when it crackles in the midday sun, and the golden sea of it washes murmurously to the feet of the hills.
In the hedges and fields the agrimony wands and mullein staves, the climbing vetch, the cushioned bird's-foot lotus, the myriads of ragwort and sow thistle, are golden too.
The meadowsweet and honeysuckle flowers and the wild carrot seeds give out sweet scents, but not so strong as not to be drowned, when the wind blows, by a thousand lesser scents from field and wood and farmyard.
Wood pigeons coo in the high-shaded storeys of the beeches and in the wet willow copses where bushes and herbage have grown so dense that hardly a bird's-nester or a lover would care to penetrate them In the dark wood alleys, all day long, hang insects whose wings seem to be still in their swiftness, like golden lamps.
The gardens have amber lilies, fuchsia trees, phloxes, poppies, hollyhocks, carnations, snap-dragons, rockets and red flax rising above rose of Sharon and lemon-scented balm and yellow stone-crop, where the tortoise-shell butterflies worship with opening wings.
And on the garden walls the purple plums ooze and heave in the sun with yellow wasps that give touch of horror to the excellent and abounding life of perfect summer.
~Edward Thomas, from The Heart of England, 1906
As I read this on this summer morning, I was reminded of my walks up to the Manor kitchen from the cottage on summer days. I used to love those walks. The sun not having long since risen above the tall hedges which separated the manor grounds from the cottage grounds. Dew would be sparkling on the grass and settled along cobwebs which seemed to spring up overnight, and the birds would be singing, a slight mist rising from the lush green of the grass.
All the wild roses that grew along the stone walls would be in bloom, the heat from the day to come not having yet settled in the air. It really was such a beautiful environment to live and to work in.
I remember one day discovering a plum orchard the other side of the decorative hedge that separated the tennis courts from the main grounds. The trees were just loaded with deep purple plums . . . some of them burst open and abuzz with wasps feasting on their sticky sweetness. I went to the house and got a large pot and went back to gather some of the plums to make jam, and I do recall baking a particularly delicious plum cake.
There is many a day when I really miss England. The beauty and peace that came from living in such a rural area. We were just bordering the South Downs, and it really was lush.
That beauty cannot compete however with the joy of now living near my family. I am grateful for having had the opportunity, but as well, I am grateful now to be nestled back in the warm bosom of my loved ones.
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There are picnic benches situated on a boardwalk next to the shore where you can sit and listen to the gulls as you gaze out towards the bay . . . the air is filled with the smell of ozone and seaweed. It is quite peaceful there, the peace only being punctuated by the occasional dog walker or beach comber.
I think there is a picnic spot up in Port George where Eileen is going where you can watch the seals sunbathing on the rocks. I hope she has a lovely day. I will hear all about it when I pick her up for supper tonight.
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I love this painting.
The sky has a peculiar hue this morning. It is very overcast but the air looks yellow and feels a bit oppressive like something exciting is about to happen. My brother was afraid of tornadoes last night where he lives. I do not think there has ever been a tornado here where I live. as I look out at my front garden the toadstool wind sail is just every so slightly turning to and fro like little invisible fairy hands are at work. It does say on the weather app that rain will be starting soon and that there has been a lightening strike 10 km away.
How amazing that they know this stuff. In any case I will end this off now as I've not much else to talk about and must be on and about my day.
A thought to carry with you . . .
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*To plant a garden
is to believe in tomorrow.
~Audrey Hepburn
I don't have anything new to share from the kitchen today as I was too tired yesterday to do much of anything so I am sharing an oldie with you today. Breakfast Quiche Stuffed Bagels. These are quite good. You hollow out the bagel halves and fill them with your desired options such as chopped peppers, onions or ham, and then fill them with beaten egg and cheese and bake. Quite yummy if I recall correctly!
I hope that you have a lovely Wednesday. I hope that whatever you get up to, it brings you joy. Don't forget!
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And I do too!
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