little houses

Finally the wicked heat has lifted and the forecast promises rain though we've only had a trickle so far. Still, it makes for longer seasons here so that early autumn still has the flavour of late summer here in the Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia.

On Saturday, Wally and I made a trip to Wolfville again, he for kerdi-board, "waterproof building panels allow for quick and easy installation and achieve flat, level, plumb and square tile substrates" for our bathroom reno and me for cut-rate veggies.

The short cut is actually a little longer but faster as we always seem to save these trips for after lunch and many shops close early around here, very much the world of my childhood - which always reminds me of the saying, "Be careful for what you ask for because you just might get it!"

The route, however, is scenic,

with a mix of old and new, small and large country homes,

and barns

The road leads to Port Williams, a small town that has grown substantially as a suburb to Wolfville which bustles with university life. There are new subdivisions built to mimic the old. They are rather well done except for their proximity to each other, the sad lack of mature trees and of course, their newness. This oldie, was once new of course , but it was built on a substantial plot with older trees.

The mature landscaping really makes a property homey.

The long, late summer shadows that these old trees throw are fabulous.

Turning, we cross the Cornwallis River at high tide, meaning the Bay of Fundy hasn't sucked the water out from the river faster than it can flow out to sea, a fascinating phenomenon as it goes on for miles up river. These low laying farm fields are dyked to take advantage of the lovely silty earth.

Turning onto the road that leads us into Wolfville, we must first pass through Greenwich.

It has many charming Victorians still on it

and the usual assortment of 20th century homes like this cutie probably from the 1920's.

I will close here today as I have to make lunch for the working man. Wally is plumbing the bathroom, on his day off, to accommodate a laundry room next to it in the little room at the top of the stairs. A little part of me wonders how wise this is as the future comes barreling down upon us. It means I'll have to get wet clothes down the stairs so that I can hang them outside on the line. I'm jockeying for a laundry chute.

And so it goes. I hope to have a post up tomorrow with some of my latest work.

Be well, dear viewers, 

and walk in kindness