Happy Birthday !

Canada !

Potting tips

Container gardening is can be done on your deck using re-purposed items found at the curb on garbage day.

It is important to ensure the container is big enough for the potted item when it is fully grown.

As a kitten, this cat probably fit very nicely in its container.
But now it's full grown, it's obviously become "pot bound", and needs to be moved to a larger pot.


This is a common mistake made by new cat-gardeners.

And can be quite frustrating for the cat.

Sorry ...

Too tired to blog today.

'night.

Can you please turn off the light when you go out.

It hurts my eyes.

If it's Thursday, this must be Fundy.

Dear friend, Pat, flew back to Ontario on Monday, after a whirlwind, six-day visit.

The weather was less than perfect, but we soldiered on through rain and shine, but mostly rain.  "Soldiered on": -- heck we tore around the province as if our very lives depended on it.  We crammed a lot of sight-seeing into a few short days.  I didn't realize how very much we'd done until I was selecting these images.

As evidence, herewith, Exhibit "A", photos from all  our trips.

 Bay of Fundy at low tide.

We checked out the spectacular view at Blomidon Lookoff,

Abandoned church, complete with falling-in roof.

We shivered our way along the beach at Scots Bay at low tide.

Hall's Harbour with its extreme tides, is always worth a visit.

Parabolic mirrors present fun self-portrait opportunities.

We weren't able to walk far along this shore,
as the tide was coming in.  With tides of 45 feet, it's a good
idea to check the tide timetable.  

Pat found the "jelly bean" cottages at Huntington Point enchanting.
Typical of Nova Scotia, there are no signs, directing tourists there.

Next we visited the unique concrete home of the
cottages'creator, Charles MacDonald..  It wasn't open so we weren't
able to check out its interior.  Darn !

From the concrete bird houses, to the concrete lawn furniture,
the place was full of surprises.

Of course, we went to the Tangled Garden, which I had recently visited
for the first time with my Sister-in-Law, Janet.

It was even more "tangled" than it was on my previous visit,
two weeks ago.

Here we are in my favourite used-book store, Dustjacket Books.
I always go to the bookstore on choir Fridays.

It was our "Lunch Bunch" choir's last performance of the season.

Not done yet.  We also ...

visited the historic "Hydrostone" district of Dartmouth, which was
built after the devastating Halifax Explosion of 1917 levelled much of the city.

The Old Burying Ground.is a fascinating place to explore.

The sun came out for our visit to the lovely Public Gardens.

Rhododendrons thrive in a myriad of colours in Nova Scotia. 

It was graduation day, and excited, over-dressed grads, were posing everywhere
for countless photos, to memorialize this special day in their lives.

Guess what we did whilst checking out the lupines and murals  in Dartmouth ?

We put pennies on the railroad tracks.
Have you ever done that ?

Still not done.  We also, 

went walking at Hartlen Point,

and around the McCormack's Boardwalk,

at low tide.

We re-found a nameless, neglected cemetery, near Sambro, 
that I had stumbled across a couple of years ago.

Hemlock Ravine Park is a wonderful place for a walk.

We went for a walk along the boardwalk in Halifax,

with Wendy and Trey,

and saw Theodore tugboat.

Pat treated me to a delicious lunch at Murphy's on the Wharf.

Before she left, we took one final trip to the "secret beach"not far from my home.
Pat declared it her favourite place to be.

Now I think of it, Pat did say that she slept really well while visiting.  

No wonder -- she must have been exhausted !

At the beach.

One damp day last week I took Wendy and Trey for a walk along the water's edge near Shore Road.  

The fine rain had stopped, but droplets still clung to the grass,

and collected on the leaves of sea side plants, and magically just sat there.

My efforts to capture these images were often interrupted by Trey.  

"Throw my ball.  Throw my ball.  Throw my ball". 

 Dogs have no artistic appreciation.