Monday, October 28, 2019

Primary Colours

Sometimes words can’t be found to express the beauty we experience.  Some of these times include watching a duck on a crystal clear lake, smelling white pines after a rain, going to a wetland where cotton grass flourishes and the green of the summer has given way to the primary colours of fall.

I think this may be the deadly but beautiful Amanita muscaria with labrador tea

Huckleberry

Choke Cherry

Service Berry 

Pitcher Plant flowers

Mountain Ash

Rhododendron seeds with next year's life not yet in focus

Aster and a late forager 

My beloved Cotton Grass


Tuesday, August 13, 2019

15 Mainsail Lane is ready for rain

This will be the last one for awhile. I do not want to out do my welcome:
It is August 13 2019. Molly watches as I weed the garden, Bees feast on the flowers’ smorgasbord, and we wait in the warmth for the much needed rain to come in the following days. Even the goldfish in the pond seem entirely content. All is well.


They are always close to one another

Sunflower

Heuchera


Sunflower and Giant hyssops

Heathers grand aunt’s Hosta

Heathers grand aunt’s Aconitum

Odd to see succulents by a pond but the broken bird bath needed re-working

Oak Leaf Hydrangea struggles but may survive yet. Pansies in a planter that my brother made for me eons ago bring a touch of family and Calibrachoa (Million Bells) hide the pond outlet

Monday, August 12, 2019

A Privileged Day

Kevin’s great great grandparents settled Bakers Point. The original house on the homestead is still there - it is a lovely post and beam home and the oldest on the East Jeddore coast. Kevin spoke of the beams and studs fastened by wooden pegs, of the 22 inch roof boards ripped from the largest trees in the day that now lie silently holding secrets beneath asphalt shingles that I suspect replaced the original wooden roof shingles. He also spoke of the 15 inch square sills upon which the house rests. The Bakers invited me to go for a boat ride. You can imagine my immense thrill in being invited on a summer Sunday afternoon to tour Jeddore in Kevin’s original Newfoundland Motor Boat. Before our ride we visited with Baker’s friends— loved Roger"s goats, laughed in their kitchen, and marvelled at our hostess Brenda’s truly exceptional piecework. The rising tide flowed to the shores of their property as our already lofty spirits lifted.

Kevin’s stable, sturdy, Newfoundland Motor Boat is one of the very few left powered by “Make-and-Break gas engines” and the only one in Jeddore. Make “n’ Break engines were used in the early in the 20th century and are disappearing just as so much of our Canadian heritage has. The Make ‘n’ Break engine has a story of its own and a fascinating one at that.

Atlantic engines were, and still are, built by Lunenburg Foundry in Lunenburg. In the old days, 60% of their output went to Newfoundland and they had branch service and sales facilities in St. John’s. The patterns and tooling were still in the Lunenburg factory and they can still build a two-cycle make and break engine if you could pay for it.” https://everythingaboutboats.org/lunenburg-foundry-ltd/

The grace of a wooden hull is unparalled in my experience, and the Newfoundland Motor Boat is no exception. I felt very safe and deeply secure in this boat. The Newfoundland Motor Boat was the workhorse of the inland fishing industry in times passed. Our captain and engineer Kevin told me that these boats descended from "three-stick moulds" brought from Britain and Ireland centuries ago. The genius that developed the three-stick mold remains unnamed. Three stick moulds could be adjusted to create boats of different sizes, made of local timber with methods also brought by settlers from England and Ireland, styles did vary somewhat but the basic boat moulds continued to be handed down through generations.  
Kevin’s boat is 25 feet long and as we toured Jeddore, the magic of the water, waves, and wooden hull, took us to eagles resting in black spruce, piers of wood and stone, and an afternoon of sheer bliss. 


Roger and the boys


One of Brenda's quilts on her clothes line

Roger loved his beautiful daylilies

Out Brenda and Roger's front door

Kevin's Newfoundland Motor Boat

The Make'n'Break

About to set to sea

Fish factory still operational at Bakers Point on East Jeddore Rd ships Silver Hake to Spain

Two boys two boats

Home of God now home of man



Susan's snack time! Great roasted almonds, bananas and watermelon!





Island shore

Our Pilot, Captain and Engineer


Monday, May 27, 2019

Wow Power

Sometimes as flowers unfurl they call forward an irrepressible “WOW”. Once long ago I gave my brother the Itoh peony Bartzella and it had that effect on him. I must confess it impressed me enough to buy him one.


I am in a different garden now— moving in different crowds of flora as I collect plants to live with me at my lakeside home in Nova Scotia. The Eastern Shore Acadian Forest surrounding me reminds me the Boreal Forest that I loved so in Thunder Bay.  I need not emphasize how different the gardening is here than on the Rideau.
This afternoon as soon as the rain stopped I walked out to see my chosen magnolia “Susan”. She sure has wow power

Ever so gradually I am feeling connected to my garden. I had a landscaper come to do the front beds for me when I came to 15 Mainsail Lane  in the fall of 2017 and although the outcome  looked nice enough, the plantings seemed like “paint by number" to me. Gradually I am moving, giving away,  and adding plants. I have always enjoyed wandering about my flower beds  and now finally I am getting back some of the wow— and  that is a good feeling.

Meet my Magnolia Susan




Sunday, May 26, 2019

An afternoon on the Atlantic Bear

I have not written since the bleak days of November 2018 and I have missed the adventures with my lens and my missives to you.  This long cold winter reluctantly yielded to an interminably wet, long, cold spring, that denied me the pleasure of kneeling to peer into the delicate petals of trailing arbutus, or to capture the unfolding and uplifting of leaves on deciduous trees or the soft down of the ferns as they started their journey upward in warm spring sunlight. This spring has had a dearth warm spring sunlight!
There have been some special moments in the shelter of my home on 15 Mainsail. Some of these moments included watching Crossbills at my feeder braving the cold rain to have a bite of food. Yesterday however changed the tone completely. It was a warm brilliant day and my friend invited me to go on the tug Atlantic Bear. Her husband is a retired Coast Guard Engineer who is on call to assist when the Atlantic Towing Company needs an engineer to fill in for an absentee. The Atlantic Bear is one of four tugs designed especially to escort ships carrying Liquefied Natural Gas— extremely dangerous cargo… atomic bomb level cargo I am told. They have additional fendering and deliver 70 tonnes bollard pull. (Bollard pull is the most commonly used measure of ship-assist tugs performance which have propellers optimized for maximum thrust at close to zero speed). They are known as ASD tugs. ASD tugs are Azimuth Stern Drive tugs equipped with two stern engines capable of generating a 360°, all directional propulsion force. They normally have a towing winch forward and, when commercially required, a towing winch and/or towing hook aft. I saw all this wonderful “stuff” on a tour provided by Kevin and learned a lot from delightful discourse by our most amiable and capable captain Mark.
So I am an instant expert on tugs now. NO! I forgot some of what was told to me yesterday so looked it up.

On with the photos! (These were very difficult to choose from the many I had)
Teeming rain and crossbills 

Susan and Kevin in the lounge area of the tug—a nicely appointed vessel. The officers quarters were spacious and the deckhand’s space comfortable.

 Captain Mark: So highly skilled a pleasure to watch and be with. The Container ship Mol that we were towing  lost power.  Mark and the skipper of the Spitfire got her dockside without a hitch. I was truly in awe of their ability. Not even a “bump” as they eased the Mol into place. They parallel parked it in a spot just long enough to accommodate it! Unbelievable.

Mark the Deck hand. A personable hard working capable person. A pleasure to meet.

The Spitfire 111

The view from the Galley Porthole

The engine room

The Spitfire 111 approaching the Mol just off Georges Island

Halifax Harbour with Citadel hill in the background


Up close and cozy and looking up

Up in the bridge alongside the Mol. The white rope is attached to the forward towing winch. 


Approaching the Macdonald bridge with the Mackay bridge in the background

The Spitfire 111 pulling the stern of the Moll to angle it under the bridge

Under the Macdonald Bridge

The Mackay Bridge

The Hapag Lloyd burned in Jan. It is still moored in the Basin https://www.thestar.com/halifax/2019/01/08/water-cannon-aimed-at-container-ship-that-has-been-burning-for-five-days.html

The Bedford Basin mainland

 Heading home —the Dartmouth shore

George Island

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