Friday, April 29, 2016

The Port Grocer in Port Medway

Looks like we have a beautiful spring weekend in front of us. A perfect weekend for a little road trip.  Here's where you should go.  Port Medway, NS.  Just follow the coast on rt. 331 towards Liverpool (that is if you are coming from Halifax or Bridgewater)  Don't take the 103, you'll just miss way too much beauty.  What's your hurry?  You will come to the most fabulous little restaurant/store called the Port Grocer. 
My silly little camera does not do the place justice and partly it's because cameras can't capture community spirit. We sat at a long rectangular table and of course ended up chatting with the other folks sitting there.  Annabelle, the owner told me that this is actually her evil plan to get people to talk to each other.  She explained that since opening she has seen locals who have been neighbours for years finally get to know each other.
The food is delicious and so reasonably priced.

When you start exploring rural Nova Scotia, you find these beautiful, old and abandoned shops that are just waiting for the right person to breathe life into them.  This one is right across the street from the restaurant and it even comes with a boat.  Behind this shop is the most beautiful cemetery I have ever been to. It overlooks the water.  It has one of the rarest qualities.  Silence.  Complete and utter silence.  I'm going to quit trying to describe that, but it's magnificent.  Just go there and you'll see what I mean. 
Click HERE to see the Port Grocer's web site. 

Friday, April 8, 2016

The Happiest Hat

Life is filled with moments worth celebrating.  I have just had the unique privilege of understanding that joy reaches new heights when followed by an extended period of sadness.
Since receiving THIS  happy news, I find myself dancing around the house and my son begs me repeatedly to please stop singing.
Sorry kid, Mama's happy.

Whenever I experience an excess of emotion, I find hand felting a hat to be helpful.  In fact, just last week, I learned that the repetitive, forceful throwing of the hat against the table  ( part of the felting process, honest) was just what the doctor ordered.  This week, I danced right through the creation of this hat.  I thought it was going to be for sale, but Tony easily convinced me that this hat needed to be mine.  It is the embodiment of true joy and there's no way to put a dollar value on that.  See you around town.