treasure hunting

Twice a year, folks in Lunenburg County are allowed to put whatever they like by the side of the road for garbage/recycling.  This wonderful treasure trove can be picked over and wondered at; if you're lucky,  you find something to fill your own nest. Which is exactly how I have a bookcase, an end table, and as many planters as I could ever want.

the evidence

Two empty tea cups and three left over Oreo cookies are this morning's evidence of last night's lovely evening with a new friend.

just one ring

With just one phone call, my evening plans have gone from 'quiet evening at home' to 'BBQ and good times with friends'.

dark to light

Lunenburg has been encased in fog for what seems like months; things are feeling a little grey. Twenty minutes inland, the sun is shining and it looks like summer. I know where I'm spending my evening.

inspired

Wonderful people with creative minds and hands have come into my life since moving to Nova Scotia.  A corner of the blanket covering my own artistic dreams is being lifted up and it's time to explore what's underneath.

converge

We've just left a meeting and randomly see each other again outside the pharmacy. A woman who I just met yesterday walks up and joins us. She's meeting with my colleague tomorrow. We start talking about another event we're all attending next week.  Suddenly we stop talking and start laughing. Life in a small town!

the story teller

He starts chatting to me while I'm taking a rest at the end of the swim lane. He has a story about everything in this town, including about the man who built the house I now live in. "A.B. Cook, now there was a man. Ate his puddin' with his fingers, he did. My mother didn't like that."

just like you

Mom and daughter slosh down the street in matching rubber boots. The little girl's face shines with pride as she gazes down and compares their feet.

things that make me go zoom

My new running shoes look somewhat like a fire engine from outer space. The salesperson promises that the red will make me go faster.

a different sort of splash

Grey skies make a great background for the splashes of bright yellow forsythia that appear around each corner.

one more thread

Like our coach tells us to, we make a right turn and then a quick left. I soon realize that not only is this road familiar, I know someone living along it. I feel one more thread of connection to this new life.

just in time

L. has brought over goodies for my birthday. Now there are little bites of chocolate and lemon right here when I need them, which seems to be surprisingly often.

a statement

Usually my observations on the beautiful things of  everyday life‎ focus on the small and seemingly insignificant. But sometimes a beautiful thing reaches out across the world; across political, cultural, and religious divides.  Here is one, a statement for today, 2 May 2011:

"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"   — Martin Luther King Jr.


(thanks Travis)

checking out

Responsibilities and duties have been given the night off. Tonight is all about a book and a cup of tea.