To the Sea

 Hi there,

It has been awhile. I hope you are all doing well!

I was off to visit with family. And those lucky people live in Nova Scotia. Have I mentioned that I    love and miss the sea? Probably only about a million times, I suppose.

  A dory bobbing about the harbour in my home town.

A perfect day for sailing.

As you know,  I love old houses too. Notice the antique lantern above the door.

And look at the door! I better not get started on doors. 👀

It always pleases me to see an old house left unscathed by modern fancies. 

Another beauty.

This one is for sale. I'm counting my pennies.

A hitching post perhaps?  When I went to school, I walked by it every  day.

An outside basement cellar door. Not many left now. Notice it is not locked. The house wasn't usually accessible through these cellars.

Ancient trees that have been there for probably much more than a century uprooted by hurricane Dorian. The clean up was still in progress. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

This beauty is in Lunenburg, N.S.

Nova Scotia's Ambassador The Bluenose II in Lunenburg harbour. The original Bluenose was built in 1921.  

The name Bluenoser is nickname for Nova Scotians. When I was a child I was told that, long ago, (18th century) fishermen wore blue knitted mitts and they would sometimes, while fishing from their dories, swipe their misty noses with their blue mitts. Of course the dye ended up on their noses. Hence Bluenoser. 

Black Rocks, N.S.

Rock weed, or sea weed. What a gorgeous colour!

My lovely niece, Marci.

I thought I might stay and sell seashells by the seashore, but, alas, it was not to be.

Linking with Wandering Camera

'Til Next time...
 

Cultivate Your Dreams!

Treasures

About a month ago I wandered through a few old houses in the village. Even though I've visited several times, I always find something "new."  In order to keep a record, I've decided on a random post here and there to document what I have admired.

To begin with, I couldn't resist taking a few pictures of this beauty. The guide said that it was built in Montreal in the 1700s. I wish I could have jumped the rope to inspect it, but even from a distance it's evident it was treasured. And look at the dishes in the cupboard and the bird prints to the left! 

 ( Yes, I did want to straighten the pictures and whip off the tablecloth so that I could see the table.)

 A beautiful old print. I think it's German. The Roman numerals read 77 ~ likely 1877.

I've ironed with old irons like these.  In case you are a youngster, or haven't seen one of these irons, they are heated on a wood stove and before you begin you run the iron over an old cloth to make sure it won't scorch. The lady that I visited tested the iron by wetting her finger on her tongue and then touching it to the iron. Her name was, Annie. She lived to be a 100 years old! I'm so happy I had the opportunity to spend time with her and her husband, Clinton on their farm (without power) in the woods. I learned a lot from her. She made her own lye soap, churned  butter, etc. Their big house was beautiful and filled to the rafters with antiques and treasures. A perfect paradise inside and out for a curious child. The irons Annie owned, and I was lucky enough to use, had interchangeable handles, so I always had several "irons in the fire."
 

 ~ A neat cornucopia pattern and look at those tin items. The candlestick is pewter.

 

And before I exit stage left, on the needles and nearly finished..

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