Monday, May 30, 2016


This morning Ron & I walked the trail
because Daddy Jim has come down with a cold.
The first thing we encountered were these two guys
enjoying their bikes twisting and turning
almost like a dance.

I had just finished remembering 
my Doodle Dance 
in the garden 
while sniffing these white violets and 

white forget-me-nots

and yellow corydalis when

in front of me from out of the fog and mist
appeared this fox.

Off s/he scampered keeping an ever vigilant eye on me.
I'm 9 years old now,
I don't run like mad anymore
unless I want to re-injure my paw.

so I sniffed the dew drenched red clover
letting the fox high tail it out of here.

When I got back home ~

I looked down at my paw that gives me some issues somedays
and wondered if I could have caught up to the fox.
Me thinks I couldn't 
and that's OK with me
I have plenty of sniffing to do in the garden anyway!

Monday, May 16, 2016


As I sauntered the beach today

 I thought I'd give you a taste of my weekend discoveries

last year's dried up wildflowers were not about to give up their hold
on the landscape

neither were the cranberries that survived the winter onslaught

 however hope springs eternal 
as the wild strawberries pepper the trails 
along my beach walk

back home in my garden 
the sun kisses
the rose coloured epimediums 

and white variety as well

my star magnolia is so soft and warm 
nestled in the corner of the garden

and the occasional raindrops 
hang onto the berry bushes

while late evenings beachcombers discover 
their long awaited joys 
in the sands and waters

I take my place with Miss Pinkie
on the sofa that I call my own
bid you all 
a good night!

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


we headed off down one of the other Gaspereau valley roads and ~~~

ended up here on a huge farm called 

As you can see below there are many sheep ready to be sheered 


 these 2 cute black lambs
huddling together 
as we poked our noses around the corner
of the entrance.
I think they are used to nosy photographers and Doodles!

The piece de resistance was the humongous wool shop
across the yard from the sheep.
Jim marched right in and headed over to the displays
to check out the offerings and to take pictures.
Surprise surprise!

Just look at the colours and offerings of merino wools.

more to touch and hold 
and to decide whether to go with heather colours
or pales or ~~~~

however by this time Jim's eye spied this
unbelievable Icelandic Sheepskin pelt
for a mere $300!!

mighty soft isn't it Jim!!

As we ventured from the farm and onto the road
this horse was giving us the eye,
but late afternoon was reminding us 
it was time to head back home ~ ~

so with that all under my belt 
to walking the Gaspereau Canal
to swimming in the canal
to driving down the country roads
to discovering sheep and lambs
to touching so much wool
I can honestly say that my world is complete
with love and peace.

As always my friends,

Sunday, May 1, 2016


I heard Ron saying one day:
that leaving the Valley as many people have done over the years
to find fame and fortune or whatever makes them feel whole inside
 always triggers the need to return
He is able to easily because
he only lives an hour away.
This view means
"I am back home!"
I always hear him say.

Ron's GF, GM and mother, Tommy are laid to rest in Willowbank Cemetery.
We always drop in to feel the calmness, serenity and to pay our respects
to these people
(even if I never met them).
I know their lives intertwined with so many others laid to rest here.
Ron always seems so focused and at peace
when he wanders around the grave stone
and looking for other relatives
that he knew over the years.
Take all the time you need Ron.

My 1st visit to the canal this year was a welcomed sight
since I sprained my paw recently and we all know swimming is better for rehabilitation than anything else.

 Short swims fetching Mr. Orangie
is all I need to strengthen my paw ~
 from what I can see it is working.

Heading back to the car
energy reduced
at ease 
at peace
I saw ~~

dandelions covered in bees
new sprouts on shrubs along the water's edge
last year's rosehips ( I eat these you now)
and a wee nest that had survived our winter

Spring has swathed it's gentle warmth across our lives
and before you know it these trees will be all in leaf
and the colours will change again.

Come back again to see the cutest ever
wee little black lamb we visited down the road from here.........

See you soon!