FOX ON THE RUN

This morning Ron & I walked the trail

because Daddy Jim has come down with a cold.

The first thing we encountered were these two guys

enjoying their bikes twisting and turning

almost like a dance.

I had just finished remembering 

my Doodle Dance 

in the garden 

while sniffing these white violets and 

white forget-me-nots

and yellow corydalis when

in front of me from out of the fog and mist

appeared this fox.

Off s/he scampered keeping an ever vigilant eye on me.

I'm 9 years old now,

I don't run like mad anymore

unless I want to re-injure my paw.

so I sniffed the dew drenched red clover

letting the fox high tail it out of here.

When I got back home ~

I looked down at my paw that gives me some issues somedays

and wondered if I could have caught up to the fox.

Me thinks I couldn't 

and that's OK with me

I have plenty of sniffing to do in the garden anyway!

MY LIFE IS GOOD

As I sauntered the beach today

 I thought I'd give you a taste of my weekend discoveries

last year's dried up wildflowers were not about to give up their hold

on the landscape

neither were the cranberries that survived the winter onslaught

 however hope springs eternal 

as the wild strawberries pepper the trails 

along my beach walk

back home in my garden 

the sun kisses

the rose coloured epimediums 

and white variety as well

my star magnolia is so soft and warm 

nestled in the corner of the garden

and the occasional raindrops 

hang onto the berry bushes

while late evenings beachcombers discover 

their long awaited joys 

in the sands and waters

I take my place with Miss Pinkie

on the sofa that I call my own

and

bid you all 

a good night!

CONTINUING DOWN THE ROAD ~~~~

With the canal swim under my Doodle Belt 

we headed off down one of the other Gaspereau valley roads and ~~~

ended up here on a huge farm called 

Gaspereau Valley Fibres Farm Wool Shop.

As you can see below there are many sheep ready to be sheered 

and 

 these 2 cute black lambs

huddling together 

as we poked our noses around the corner

of the entrance.

I think they are used to nosy photographers and Doodles!

The piece de resistance was the humongous wool shop

across the yard from the sheep.

Jim marched right in and headed over to the displays

to check out the offerings and to take pictures.

Surprise surprise!

Just look at the colours and offerings of merino wools.

more to touch and hold 

and to decide whether to go with heather colours

or pales or ~~~~

however by this time Jim's eye spied this

unbelievable Icelandic Sheepskin pelt

for a mere $300!!

mighty soft isn't it Jim!!

As we ventured from the farm and onto the road

this horse was giving us the eye,

but late afternoon was reminding us 

it was time to head back home ~ ~

so with that all under my belt 

from paying respects to Ron's GF, GM and Mother Tommy

to walking the Gaspereau Canal

to swimming in the canal

to driving down the country roads

to discovering sheep and lambs

to touching so much wool

I can honestly say that my world is complete

with love and peace.

As always my friends,

NAMASTE!!

PAYING RESPECTS ~ WALK ~ SWIM & MORE ~~~~~~~

I heard Ron saying one day:
that leaving the Valley as many people have done over the years
to find fame and fortune or whatever makes them feel whole inside
 always triggers the need to return
He is able to easily because
he only lives an hour away.
This view means
"I am back home!"
I always hear him say.

Ron's GF, GM and mother, Tommy are laid to rest in Willowbank Cemetery.
We always drop in to feel the calmness, serenity and to pay our respects
to these people
(even if I never met them).
I know their lives intertwined with so many others laid to rest here.
Ron always seems so focused and at peace
when he wanders around the grave stone
and looking for other relatives
that he knew over the years.
Take all the time you need Ron.

My 1st visit to the canal this year was a welcomed sight
since I sprained my paw recently and we all know swimming is better for rehabilitation than anything else.

 Short swims fetching Mr. Orangie

is all I need to strengthen my paw ~

and

 from what I can see it is working.

Heading back to the car

wet

energy reduced

at ease 

and 

at peace

I saw ~~

dandelions covered in bees

new sprouts on shrubs along the water's edge

last year's rosehips ( I eat these you now)

and a wee nest that had survived our winter

Spring has swathed it's gentle warmth across our lives

and before you know it these trees will be all in leaf

and the colours will change again.

Come back again to see the cutest ever

wee little black lamb we visited down the road from here.........

See you soon!