So now it's the 8th of October. A Saturday. We didn't clue into the fact that it was Thanksgiving weekend because Wally was on his usual half day weekend shift and, well, life goes on ( though we did plan to make a special meal). Actually, we knew enough to get our library books back before Sunday on the chance that they wouldn't be open for the holiday weekend; so we headed off to Wolfville where we enjoy their library in the old train station.
a strange "V" shaped cloud, like an angel, as we take the quicker route through the backroad
a quintessential country drive
with dear old houses
and farms like this with three silos
(please forgive the reflections through the car windows)
Here we cross the Cornwallis River in Port Williams at high tide meaning the ocean, at its mouth near the Minas Basin, has not drawn the river's water into the basin at low tide. It has a meander length of approximately 48 km through eastern Kings County, and runs through our town as well, where there is a bird sanctuary in the extensive tidal marshes with lovely walking trails that I have shown you in the past. You can see a dyke here, like a peninsula, as it appears to jut into the river on the right.
Ahead of us are the orchards of Greenwich, houses lined along the slower road we usually take.
Coming into the welcoming town of Wolfville, the Tattingstone Inn
we find ourselves in a massive traffic jam, something we have become so unused to
Lots of time to take pictures like this one of an eagle soaring
with a jet stream and the moon seemingly below it.
the same funky bungalow with its Japanese Maple not much bigger than ours
this lovely old mansard roofed house we barely have time to see at our usual clip
and what's this? a gathering of easy riders
identifying themselves as "Veterans"
a wonderful old Maple on the campus of Acadia University
and the Acadia Gymnasium that I showed you yesterday, which is now housing
the School of Recreation Management and Kinesiology
"Greek" back in 1890 when this wonderful example of Greek Revival was built
a gigantic Idunnowhat Tree
This is what its leaves look like for those of you who might know
I'm guessing it's some sort of nut tree.
Wally found a shortcut finally through a part of the campus (someone followed us on trust I think)
We finally figured out that many parents were visiting their kids for the first time since enrolment.
Anyway, we made it into the library with 12 minutes to spare so
we made up for it by heading off for a walk on this beautiful early evening, "gathering our rosebuds while we may" so to speak
The railroad track along the back of the library is lined in wild roses
Rosehips like little apples
I found the faded leaves on this ruddy bush an interesting contrast
we crossed the road
intending to walk our usual dyke
Sumac and wild asters
when we found a new one (for us) that headed back to Port Williams (from whence we came)
That's Blomidon in the background (the giant cliff that is also the name of the provincial park that marks the end of the north mountain range as it plunges into the Bay of Fundy- place of the highest tides in the world)
I spied this handsome gull in the little parkette that sits at the foot of the Minas Basin
He regarded me suspiciously as gulls are wont to do
hoping, as always, to find something good to eat.
We set off along the dyke and almost immediately see some plovers
such dear little birds
To our left are the mineral rich reclaimed farmlands that the dyke has taken back from the sea...
and my battery died.
I've shown you this bunny before. Here's my thought process illustrated.
You may see what came of this in my next post.
Til next time,
kind thoughts for others and for ourselves.