Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Lunenburg in August- 400th Post


Yes, 400 posts later. Beginning Monday, May 31, 2010. Another lifetime ago.

Last week Wally finally got his long awaited, hard-earned mini holiday of 5 days last week.
We wanted to run off to Lunenburg on that first day, our 4th anniversary of our move here to Nova Scotia,  and be tourists, but it rained that day so we had lots of time to prepare a picnic and

get some hedge trimming and such out of the way

I could barely catch a glimpse of Wally as he had to move fairly quickly over the huge expanse of privet hedge as the trimmer is heavy and awkward reaching so far out

I'm usually indoors cooking or cleaning or some silly bit of domestic duty. I think that day there was laundry as well.  I do worry about him out there alone so I check on him regularly.
I called out to him to wave so I could see him better.

but it was nearly impossible;
he was surprised later to see that so little of him showed as he stood so near the top of the ladder.

Those first 3 days are a blur of work and errands, but we finally got away on Saturday the 20th. It's taken me all this time to do up these pictures. Brace yourself. Lunenburg is gorgeous and I'm a glutton for its charm.

We were barely out of the gate when we stopped at a yard sale and I bought a paring knife for 10¢.
There was a bit of excitement about the red Queen Anne's Lace growing in the yard so of course, I had to join in and take a picture or two.

Oddly enough the dark red centre, typical of Queen Anne's Lace, is missing.
The only information I could find indicated that this plant is susceptible to drawing up coloured fluid into its flowers much like a kindergarten project. There is a lot of iron in East Coast soil so perhaps that's the answer, though this lovely hue hardly looks like rust to me.

It takes about an hour and a half to get to Lunenburg.
We were lucky to get a free parking space as the town was still packed with visitors though we already missed the dory (old rowing fishing boat) races.
For me, beauty is everywhere and my first pictures were of this Virginia Creeper on an old fence.

Virginia Creeper is a lovely plant

and what I always thought were berries are, upon closer inspection,
the buds of its flowers!

Before I go on I should tell you that Old Town Lunenburg is designated as a UNESCO World Heritage site, considered to be the best surviving planned British colonial town in North America.
That said, the historic houses are seriously fabulous relics of the 1800's with definite influences of an earlier time than that.

A testament to the height of people from the past, the doors are usually much shorter than today's.
Dig the wonderful mouldings that articulate this unique entrance!
(with apologies for the blurry shots in my excitement to record this rare opportunity)

a yummy colour combo for an eatery

delightfully wild colour combo on the corbels to set off the mustardy yellow

This is a substantially larger building on the corner with a gorgeous mansard roof that rolls out to protect the bay windows on the second floor. The arched dormers on the third floor with their elaborate mouldings, the hip roof that rises above and the semblance of a windowed turret are remarkable. I would have loved to see them picked out in a more striking colour.
Note the angle of Cornwallis Street to the left. Mama Mia!

Looking back I realized I'd overlooked this pretty yellow house with some of its details picked out in red.

Upon closer inspection we see the incredible detail under each roof of the dormers that create a wedding cake vibe. Again, the heavily moulded arched windows and another over the entrance.
It looks like someone is regularly on the roof, perhaps checking that skylight, judging by the steps built into the roof.

It was time to put Wally by a door, this one at 62 Montague, for scale.
Is that not the most incredible moulding on top of such a humble door?

Oftentimes between buildings, we get a glimpse of the harbour

All in sequence of our walk we come upon the house originally built for carpenter Eli Hopp at 74 Montague Street. Aren't these faux columns and grand upper mouldings wonderful on such a humble box of a building. I can think of a few houses that would love to be dressed in such accessories.

Here an elderly visitor checks out the menu at the Grand Banker, too rich for our blood. (sigh)

Yet again, a view of the harbour from Montague Street.

a tighter view of the same scene

and then, for fun I cropped this little vignette out of the last shot

Across Lunenburg Harbour there is a peninsula that doesn't have a name as far as I can tell,

but it does have a Cove Road that travels part of the shoreline.
Again, I cropped this shot from the one above.
I have a thing for silhouetted trees across a field or, as in this case, across a cove.

A working horse at his feeding station

We wandered into a blatant souvenir shop, good for a laugh.

More Lunenburg quaintness

a Lavender House with a wee window squeezed in on the second floor
Upon enlarging this picture I found that the two "ghost" windows at the top are, in fact, air vents in the attic.

While my knitting and crochet skill is negligible, I am drawn like a moth
(whoops, pardon the fibre sacrilege) to beautiful yarns and string.

The Mariner's Daughter is one of those delicious shops for me.

Her displays were delightful. I love me some good folk art.

Another yummy vignette from the Mariner's Daughter.
I resisted the hemp (first shot) which I love for its irregularity, but did treat myself to 3 heavenly mother of pearl shell buttons for what use I don't know-yet.

As we continued on our wander we came upon this Happy Spirit

Is this not the most winsome little creature you could chance to meet?

but she made shy with me and we parted company, dear little Yorkie
(that's Yorkshire Terrier)


Are you still with me? I'm not nearly half done yet, but I think I'll take a break
and give you one as well-
and check in with you tomorrow.

Happy sails- I mean trails- to you :)



Thursday, August 18, 2016

full moon anniversary


Good Eeevening.
Well, perhaps that's redundant with most of my viewers gone to bed and no one to see this til tomorrow. It is the night after I took these pictures of the almost full moon.

You can just make out Forget-Me-Not Cabin under this very bright nighttime sky, very cloudy after a day of rain a-a-and...

the anniversary of our arrival here at our home in Nova Scotia 4 years ago.

No-o-o... Babu looks skeptical

a Babu Blink

our little boy, now 3 years old

Yes, and in celebration, I am trying my hand at drawing again,
this of a young Indian mother from an old National Geographic that lay close at hand.
Drawn with my new Derwent Inktense pencil in Iron Blue,
I show you this before I add water to either enhance or completely mess it up.
I've been stalling.

In the meantime,
pleasant dreams

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

smoke on the horizon


I like my news in small bite size pieces like this morning's:

a crow jumped into our birdbath but hopped out as I snapped this shot

that seemed like big news to me after seeing the starlings bath together earlier this summer

Finding Babu and Muji in this lovely pose together is the kind of excitement I like 

whoops- looks like Babu is having a little excitement of his own

My pretty boys together
You can see that slice of fur missing from across Babu's nose after his outdoor adventure
with one of the neighbourhood feral cats has grown in nicely.

But what's this? Wally called me out the next day to see this:

smoke on the horizon

a closer look. It was just pumping out and thankfully the wind was not blowing in our direction.
I was appalled by the speed at which it propelled itself. Wally said the blackness was probably from asphalt roof shingles burning. One had to wonder if anyone was hurt. Certainly the environmental effect was sobering considering this was only one building.

The birds twittering followed by the multiplying sirens
as filmed by your wobbly reporter

Now back to sweeter things:

like this tiny bouquet (with an August Wild Aster already!)
that I picked partly on the North Mountain Look-Off and partly near Harbourville
on that little jaunt I told you about last post on which I regretted not having my camera

Here's Babu giving me a plaintive look as he would like his supper

Wally got a rare desire to take a picture after years of leaving all the photo journalism to me
and sadly setting aside his wonderful landscape art photography
but he has every right to be proud of this lovely organic Swiss Chard
that he grew in his garden

Then he got it into his head to have me pose with the zucchini lasagna I made
which we completely demolished in one sitting.

Aside from my almond-coloured stove with its avocado green vent hood, this shot will make me smile one day when I have a stove with knobs that I don't have to borrow from the left side to work the two burners on the right.  I will miss the iron plates that (I assume) cover the elements and evenly distribute the heat, retaining it long enough to turn the electricity off and use the residual heat to continue my cooking.

Also, the clock with the cord that can't quite reach the electric outlet is a replica of my beloved grandmother's kitchen clock. You would not believe how many times we look at the working clock only to see that it is 7:22. We've taken to calling it "Grandma Time". It is a daily touchstone for me.

So that's all the news that's "fit to print".
It is lovely and sunny and the road is relatively quiet as the road crew continue up the street.
Lots to be grateful for.