The second day in the US of A was a perfect summer day. We went to see the chocolate moose at the candy factory and then on to a walk in a coastal marsh. It was the glorious day, although I've never had a chocolate moose on my agenda before. It seems that he had been shellacked so I couldn't nibble.
This is my take on a stroll through the rain on Mackworth Island in Falmouth. The island is in Casco Bay and had a mile and a half walk. The pictures include a fire hydrant in a forest and a rocky ledge by a beach with daylilies and me. What else was there to do when it is pouring down?
On our jaunt we went to Partridge Island to hike and to look for rocks. The fog came in from the Bay - all swirling and mysterious. For a brief moment it lifted and Blomidon appeared across the water, and then it disappeared.
Earlier this week the grandchildren and I went on an overnight jaunt. There will be more to come. Here is Eileen being eaten by a dinosaur, and this was our cabin on the banks of the Aboiteau River. Hugh complains that I don't put pictures of him on the blog - but then he doesn't pose for them either. On the other hand, Eileen would gladly be eaten by a dinosaur if it meant publicity.
I'm in Halifax over night, but I have no way of posting photos. So here's one of Paul McCartney who is also here, or at least he was last evening. He gave a 3 hour concert and sang 37 songs. Everyone was thrilled. So far they haven't noticed me yet.
I have borrowed a neighbour's machine - but there is only dial-up out here on the shore and the machine refuses to load pictures. So what am I doing? Painting houses, gardening and goofing off: it must be summer. To be continued... Later I had to come into town as I ran out of house paint - so here I am at the internet cafe catching up. It is a glorious day.
I was on my way to Halifax after days of gloom and wet. The sun broke through. The sky cleared and I stopped and bought an ice cream cone. It melted so fast that I had to lick furiously until I reached this point and then I snapped the picture. They didn't have my favourite flavour (ginger) so I tried "Goldmine": not nearly as good.
They've accused me of trench warfare in the village. I have a cemetery next door with a long road with a wonderful chain link fence, which does not fit into my horticultural plans. I thought that I would begin to hide the fence. I've been given 100 (I didn't count) privets. These are bushes. This necessitated digging a trench - so a kind neighbour with a little digging machine dug me a couple treanches. Now I have to remove the sod, refill, and plant. Any more friends?
I have no internet on the shore - so if I come over the mountain, into the village, there is this shop that in exchange for a cup of coffee - honour system - I can plug in my machine. Yesterday was Canada Day. I did not come over the mountain for the celebrations. Instead I laboured in a trench - more about that trench at another time when it isn't raining, and wet, and muddy, and cold.