• a tiny post office and maybe two dozen homes surrounding the harbor in the village center;
• a church up on a hill;
• a bunch of lobster boats and a few big well boats used in the salmon aquaculture industry;
• no grocery store, no gas station, no laundromat, no coffee shop, no shops at all;
• a church up on a hill;
• a bunch of lobster boats and a few big well boats used in the salmon aquaculture industry;
• no grocery store, no gas station, no laundromat, no coffee shop, no shops at all;
• neighbor Paula, whom we met at Scotiabank on arrival day when we stopped in St. George to exchange money, driving by on her way to work, waving and calling out brightly, "Good morning!";
• the refreshment of pure fir-tree-filtered air filling my lungs;
• a Canadian flag snapping in the wind;
• dry, clear breezes dancing on my bare arms as the sun warms me; and
• dry, clear breezes dancing on my bare arms as the sun warms me; and
• a dazzling pas de milles performance of sparkles on the textured surface of the water.
10 comments:
transported, delighted - I can almost feel the fresh air in my lungs. Thank you for sharing the juicy bits of your day!
Happy to transport and delight. Breathe deeply—it'll sustain you for a good long time!
I can't say it enough, Dotty. Next to an artist you are a poet. I completely agree with Jennifer: you can transport with words the experience of being there! Enjoy!
Poet indeed! Beautiful! I would call this Dotty's flies! Wouldn't miss your post for the world!
The clouds are clearing :)
Simone, thank you for your encouraging words about MY words! Love knowing that I'm able to transport.
Seagull's view of a Fundy fog, perhaps??!
Thanks, Carol! Fun to get your feedback : )
Fabulous!!!
MaryAnn, what joyful delight to have a new comment on this 2017 post—thank you!
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