They always Cut the Hay in July

Going round and round in circles

Floating paralelogram

The magic of three

Four eyes are better than two

Every day has one sunrise

Fundy Shore

Fishing huts standing crooked

Making a communal effort to stay put against

shoreline winds

Two of us standing outside

but still inside the window.

 A brand new lobster boat still shiny and new

They will go out again on the next high tide

to gather in their traps

An eagle had made his own catch

and was dining over there on the rocky edge.

Erosion from salt and wind and sea.

A Painterly Week

Taking classes are good for the soul!

Monday found me driving from my home in the woods

on the Fundy side

to Chris's home on the cliffs of the South Shore.

On Tuesday we drove to Chester Art Centre

for a two day workshop with Heather Sayeau.

As we painted on Wednesday

cameras were rolling outside.

They were filming 'Haven' a TV program.

On Thursday we painted in Chris' studio.

Before driving home we visited

the Westcote Bell Pottery where I

couldn't resist a couple of treasures.

On Friday a group of us drove to Sandy Cover.

a Tiny village on the Digby Neck.

We went to hear Kaffe Fassett 

talk about his love of colour and design.

We were all amazed he came to our little corner

of this world.

Busy, Busy Week

A week full of activity.

Monday we made tracks up the valley

to the doctor's.

Tuesday found us at Grant and Joan's for a BBQ

to meet his children and grandchildren

but also to celebrate his 75th.

Chris and Sarah arrived for three days of painting plein air.

slight problem...it rained for two of those days!

So my stitching studio became and hive of painting activity.

The girls brought food and made sangria.

Then the sun came out for our third day together.

A perfect day of painting over the mountain 

in Delaps Cove.

Oh, yes, and we stopped traffic on the road to 

make sure a huge snapping turtle crossed 

in front of us safely.

Saturday being a special day for me I tried to remember my

shorthand and stitched a secret message for me.

Have a nice week.

The Magic of Three

One morning the RP's and I disturbed

not just one

not two

but three herons.

Lucky for me they just moved up the shoreline.

They kept an eye on us though

as they waded on those long, long legs.

Then two of them had had enough

and off they went across the basin.

Some Feathered Friends

Messenger between us and the heavens.

Always a special sight

especially on this day

the twentieth anniversary

Thinking of you Steven.

Every morning at sunrise

I visit with the osprey

on my way to the dike

with the Rusty Pups.

I hope there are babes up there

but haven't seen them so far.

Beneath the osprey every single buoy

usually has a single cormorant perched on top.

And here is the seagull with his huge breakfast.

Requiem for a Tree

Arthur blew through a week ago

leaving many scenes like this.

It is always sad

I feel like me trees are protective sentinels

No we have one less to protect us from future winds.

Can you see that carpenter ants were making a home in there?

I am still playing catchup with all the events

I wasn't able to upload in the aftermath.

Up a Tree

If I pretend to be a tree

perhaps those pesky RP's will leave me alone.

.......who me?........

Getting Back to Normal.

Hurricane recovery mode

I don't like wind

nor do I like not having electricity!

incapable of creativity

So I've been sorting and taming muddled threads.

The break in these threads means we still have no power.

One of my morning joys at the moment

is seeing the osprey obviously feeding young

high up there in their nest

with a view of the Basin on one side

and the river on the other.

The power finally came back

and the young man whose dog we once rescued

came by and cut up our fallen tree.

Days of recovery

an evening of mystery theatre with friends

and a brand new umbrella 

to give us some shade.

The Week of Arthur

A week I thought would become a week of critters and birds

but Arthur changed all that.

Every three months I start a new scroll of fabric

so Canada day always means a new beginning.

The loons were surprisingly vocal

on our Tuesday morning walk

and then we spied an eagle overhead.

There must have been babes

perhaps riding on mother loon's back.

On Wednesday the RP's chased a raccoon up a tree.

Raccoon then tried to make like a tree

hoping we would go.

At low tide we get to watch shoreline birds looking for breakfast.

Today we spied a seagull with the biggest

wriggling shrimp.

Quite a feast. 

On Friday we were told to expect Thunderstorms

but none came.

Of course we started to think that

perhaps Hurricane Arthur might not be so bad.

We were wrong!

Saturday was our anniversary...

...we had plans.

But Arthur swept in

cut off electricity over a huge area

We lost a big healthy tree

and I did something to my back.

Oh, yes and we had a bag of potato chips for our

anniversary meal!

Still no power.

I walked the dike

and was tickled pink to see a tiny green tomato

sitting there on top of the dike.

So green tomatoes do travel!

I will post last week's scratchings tomorrow.

A Spider's World

"Will you walk into my parlour?"

said the spider to the fly.

"Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy...."

from "The Spider and the Fly" poem by Mary Howitt