Friday, August 26, 2016
Photo: August 25, 2016
I bought this at the market - a pot of living lettuce. I'm not sure how long it will last, both because we have been eating from it and I don't know if it will keep growing (I was told it would). There is something nice about picking food fresh, even if it is grown indoors. Jut an experiment...
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Photo: August 24, 2016
This time of year it is easy to buy too much at the market. Everything is so tempting. Today's dinner included yellow and green zucchini, red pepper and broccoli with pasta and pesto and some scallops thrown in to add some protein. These eggplant will be grilled along with more zucchini. Everything is doubly good after Newfoundland, where the vegetables featured at meals are boiled carrots, frozen peas and turnips. Grocery stores, especially in the small towns have little in the way of fresh vegetables other than cabbage or turnips. I'm enjoying all the fresh produce available here.
Photo: August 23, 2016
I have lived on the academic calendar ever since I started school, or even pre-school. Every job I have had functioned on a September (or late August) to June cycle, so this always feels like the new year to me. Although I am semi-retired, I still work part time and still in the education sector, so it was back to work and new beginnings. While I no longer shop for new pens and pencils and binders, I think it is time for a brand new notebook or two - starting fresh!
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Photo: August 22, 2016
What a treat to come home to all these postcards - from different people and different places. Before I left on my trip I got involved in #CLMOOC and one way the group has of connecting is via postcards. Although we collaborated on a variety of projects which were in a constant state of evolution as each brought their own ideas and talents and connected through learning about each other through introductions, there is something special about having something in your hand, something tangible.
I'll be sending some out shortly and will certainly be keeping my eyes peeled for interesting postcards to buy and send. From me to you, from you to me - a very direct connection.
Photos: August 21, 2016
This river has travelled from Lake Ontario. We traced its course from Montreal to the Gulf which the west side of Newfoundland faces. Now we are going upstream, back home.
A quiet walk on a Sunday morning past the church for breakfast at our favourite restaurant. Then we set out - back to the traffic near the city, back to the noises of the city, back to reality.
Greeted by a rainbow, painted like a watercolour on the sky.
Back to the beauty that is all around us. Back to the many activities that make my life here rich from work, to music, to concerts and many other intellectual pursuits. And life with Paul at home. Travel enriches. It takes time to process all we have done and experienced and to solidify the memories through rehashing, telling our stories and just sitting back and remembering.
All our Maritime photos can be found at: Flickr
Monday, August 22, 2016
Photos: August 20, 2016
Sometimes a town surprises you. We stopped in Woodstock, New Brunswick and were surprised by the charm of the town. There are a number of older wood homes that have retained the history. In the centre of town are a beautiful library and court house. Despite the fact that some larger stores have opened on the outskirts nearer the highway, the centre seems to still be vibrant.
We walked around after a lovely breakfast at the local cafe / art gallery: Creek Village Gallery and Cafe (I also parted with a bit of money there supporting local artists with my purchase).
And then it was back in the car.
We stopped in St-Louis-du-Ha!Ha! and only found a bar - liquid refreshment (non-alcoholic) before we continued on. Yes - that is really the name of the town. According to Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint-Louis-du-Ha!_Ha!
The Commission de toponymie du Québec asserts that the parish's name refers to nearby Lake Témiscouata, the sense of haha here being an archaic French word for an unexpected obstacle or abruptly ending path...Or read this
Our destination was St-Jean-Port-Joli, a town known for wood sculpture by local artisans. We enjoyed a little climb down to the shoreline. The town sits on what was once the seigneury of Port-Joly.
There is a restaurant we like here: La coureuse des grèves. The name comes from a legend which goes something like this:
Each summer in St-Jean-Port-Joli, a beautiful young woman with black hair and eyes the colour of the forest would bring gifts to the fishermen who arrived from the four corners of the world - berries, a loaf of bread, nuts, honey... It seems her home was full of wondrous things from around the world even though she had never left the town. Then one autumn she disappeared. Some say she left with a fisherman from the Far East. Others said she drowned. The local fishermen mourned her disappearance. The women rejoiced and hoped she would never return.
Photos: August 19, 2016
On the road over many kilometres from outside Baddeck in Nova Scotia to Woodstock in New Brunswick.
Simple things bring smiles - a stop at a busy place on the highway - amid all the chaos, a harpist playing. An oasis of peace.
Woodstock is a pretty town. We arrived on time for supper at a local restaurant and then a walk near the river.