Dawn's Handiwork

Dawn's Handiwork

Saturday, August 22, 2015

The End of an Era

   When we started to harvest our apples, many, many years ago, it was decided that we would sell some on a stand out in front of the house. The Captain built a covered stand on a ski-doo trailer, and moved it beside the driveway where it has stood for 20+ years.  As the years passed it became a sort of landmark, and something people would recognize when trying to find our house. "It's the house with the white stand on the lawn."

           The years have passed and the stand has withstood the winter snows, the wild winds, and heavy rains. It was weathered and the roof had a big sag in the middle. We have not used it since we stopped farming, and I really wanted to take it down, but the job was way too big for me. After realizing that it was next to impossible to take it down myself, (I had visions of me wielding a sledge hammer or some such thing), and had more or less given up any hope, out of the blue, a gentleman drove in the driveway and said that he had looked at the stand for years, and seeing that it was no longer in use, he asked if he could get it from us. Picture me pumping my arms up and down, dancing in circles and shouting to the rooftop, "Yayyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!" I asked him if he was serious and he said he was. He had a use for the whole thing, and could he come back and dismantle it. I asked him if he had looked at it closely, and he told me that he had. I led him to the stand to look again, and he pointed out what he would be doing. I asked again if he was serious......I couldn't believe it.

           Today he came with a truck and tools in hand, and within a couple of hours the stand was taken apart, loaded on the truck, and he was ready to go. The trailer will take a separate trip.
Of course I had to take pictures of this momentous occasion. I just couldn't believe it.

           I just received a call and he is coming back this afternoon to get the trailer......

#1 Poor weatherbeaten stand

#2 There goes one wall  

#3 and another..

#4 and the back wall down
The roof just sort of rolled up and died.

The base of plywood and RR ties

The lonely trailer

It marks the end of a chapter in our lives.
Perhaps I will put a little garden of annuals in this spot next spring.

The End
Fond Fairwell

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Off to White Point Beach

       #2 Daughter, HJ treated me to two nights away, at an ocean front resort. It was so enjoyable, to be able to sit or walk on the beach, watch and listen to the surf, and talk and laugh with H.
I have been to the ocean many times, but for me this was a little vacation away from everything. A recharge as I mentioned in my last post.

This is the main Lodge where the dining room, lounge,
and pool are found, along with other activity rooms

A look at the lodge from a ways down the beach.
We walked to where I took the picture. 
It took a while, with lots of stops, but
I made it there and back without H having to carry me.

The surf, with folks in wetsuits catching some waves. This
is the Atlantic Ocean so that water is very cold.
H and I had our poor little feet in the water, and they became numb very fast.

White Point is known for its rabbits and this little one, which
I called Flopsy spent a lot of time outside our cottage.

We did not have a cabin on the ocean, but rather our back deck
looked out on the estuary. It was lovely, and peaceful.

This is the other end of the beach where there were very large
rocks. Spent my last morning sitting here watching the waves,

This is a huge fireplace/chimney in the main lodge.

We have several webcam views of various places in Nova Scotia. You can view the beach
and hear the surf with the webcam at White Point. ( )

To be quite honest it was hard to leave this lovely spot, where the only decisions I had to make
was when or what I wanted to eat, and whether or not I wanted to walk on the beach or go for
a swim in the heated pool. And no housework, dishes, laundry or meals to get.

Ahhhhh, so nice. Then after 2 nights away, it was back to my reality. It seems the Captain
required his supper and had been waiting for me to get it. (I got home just after 6 pm)

Hmmmmm...Yes dear...........(would this be Wed, Thurs or Fri supper? Oh Kentucky Fried did
Wedensday and Thursday? You don't want to know, so it must be Friday's. I am so indispensable .........)

I want to go somewhere else, now!

Just kidding.......
no I'm not.....
Oh well....

Monday, August 3, 2015

Charging and Recharging

It has been a busy weekend, and I'd like to share a bit of what went on on our little part of the mountain.  I have written about cleaning out attic and basement and that we would have a yard sale. Perhaps I didn't mention the yard sale, I can't remember.

It was decided that we would have a sale and have it coincide with the farm's Give Kids the World special day where a donation from each box of berries picked went to D"s favourite charity. It turned out to be an excellent weather day, sun shining and quite warm. D set up a table for GKTW and had yard sale items donated to it to sell. Two other friends set up their tables and H joined me. I don't think I got rid of too much, but some things did go, and information was given to me on who might take the leavings as a donation. H says we will gradually take the items to different places, and that's a good thing.

Here I am with a friend from PEI,looking my most stylish, to go with his excellent
taste in head gear. 

Just before 8 am.....getting started

Catching up with friends from PEI

C, R and K manning the fundraiser table.

I was very tired after the long day, although the sale ended at one, there was the putting it all away again thing. Thanks to R, C, and H, I didn't have to lug anything. I had been up since 5 am and was really feeling it. Aside from that, it was a good day. I talked to some really nice people who were generous in their giving to GKTW and D realized $500 for the charity.

Sunday afternoon, our community and a neighbouring one had a joint get together picnic. It was fairly well attended, with lots of food as is usual at a potluck sort of thing, plus bbq'd hamburgs and hotdogs. Some of us got together and had a bit of a sing song, with 2 playing guitars, one on mandolin and I had my uke. My fingers were so sore after an hour or so of playing, that I had to stop.

The neat thing about this sort of picnic is the variety of age groups. There were lots of wee ones, like this little one above.

I managed to get the picnic pictures with a broken camera. Since the cover on the camera lens would not open, except for a little crack, I can not understand how the pictures came out. The screen was black as I took the picture, and then the picture showed on the screen so I knew I had got it.

I had been thinking about getting a new camera and this gave me the incentive to get one. Off I went this morning to get a new one, since I shall soon be going to White Point on the south shore, with H, for a couple of days, and I definitely will need to get some shots.

The 'charging' from the title is charging my camera battery. The 're charging' is for me at White Point.

Sometimes I take pictures of weird things. The shots below are what I would call an albino earwig.

It is all white except for its eyes. However the eyes are black, so
perhaps this is not a true albino, but still interesting.

Have a good day as August begins 
Don't blink - 
Or - 
It will be September.

Monday, July 20, 2015


Last week, my first daughter and I celebrated our birthdays. Her birthday is one day before mine. We have celebrated our birthdays in the past at Guide Camp. It always seemed that we camped the week of our birthdays. Actually, another guide, and still friend had a birthday the day after mine. Her mom would make a cake for all of us. That happened for several years. Then, when the farm got really busy, there was no time to really do anything special at all. We usually had a joint birthday cake. This week we went out to dinner on her birthday, though it was her treat for mine. The very nice part of this double celebration is that on my birthday, R's boyfriend's mother brought us a delicious lunch and desert and we had a little get together with R and said boyfriend, C, L and of course D. C's mom also brought us both flowers. She is a lovely person.

The picture above is a needle point that D made for me. I thought it was beautiful and decided to use it as a header for a while.

Left, flowers that H gave me, and right, flowers from C

I have done a little felting and this is a picture of a little doll.

She is made on a clothes peg.

Well, the painter only took one day off and returned to finish the dormer. I was so happy to see it finished, I was so pleased to see it done.

I just had to take a picture to mark the occasion, as it has been
a few years coming.

These little roses are being closely guarded by lilly leaves.
I really need to move the dear thing.
My garden is quite overcrowded.

We have had some very hot, humid days and everything was quite dry. Needed rain began yesterday, and the next few will also be wet. The rain is good for the crops, except it makes picking the raspberries difficult. They are just starting and need to be picked. 

This is all for now. My little brain cannot think of anything else, though I am sure there is something I have forgotten.

Until next time....enjoy life. It's the only one we have, rain or shine.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Summer time and the living ain't easy.....

The last couple of weeks have been a little busy, as we have had our house painted, and that meant an opportunity to get the storm windows off and get them cleaned, and so I have been washing windows. It is nice to have a new paint job for the house. It looks pretty good. The painter unfortunately sprained his ankle at a ball game, and finished the house while he was nursing a very sore leg. He was determined. There is still a dormer that needs some work, but that will have to be in a few days.
As a seasoned window washer now, I can say that using vinegar and water is much better than that 'unnamed' spray stuff. It works quite well.


It is haying season, and once L started to cut the hay, all I could think about was Sadie. This was the best time of year for her. How she loved it. Yesterday, I took her ashes up to the hill where L was finishing up and we sprinkled some of her ashes over the hayfield, had a good cry and again said goodbye. I also let some blow around the edge of the field where she would sit and watch, and a bit around one bale that was sitting close to the edge. I could picture Sadie sitting up on it, so proud.

It has been extremely hot here in the valley. We haven't had much rain. A bit fell yesterday morning but not enough to soak in. I feel so bad for the folks out west who are facing the wildfires that are endangering whole communities. I hope they get some relief soon. So much woodland that is tinder dry, gone up in fire and smoke.

Saturday, H came to visit with the purpose of doing some work in the attic. We managed to get a bit done, but it is like a furnace in there. H suggested that we have a yard sale, since there were some things that were too good to throw out but that I would never use. Between H and D and I, a decision has been made to have one in August. Here I am a Maritimer, and I have never held a yard sale. I've been to a few, but not on a regular basis. Folks here call it 'yardsaling' (not sure how to spell a made up word). I thought that was a right of passage for anyone adopting Nova Scotia as their home, but I guess I came before that law was in the books.

Not a very exciting post, but it is all I got.....(smiles and chuckles)

Have a great day.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Graduation Time

It has been a hectic few days, but now all the celebrations are over, except for the celebration of Canada Day today.  The hectic days refer to the high school graduation of my eldest granddaughter, and the middle school graduation of my youngest. One forgets how much goes into a high school graduation, what with prom, banquet and the actual graduation, and the multitude of pictures taken.
Not so much for the middle school, but still a big step in my L's life. Heading off to high school and lots of new adventures. For R it will mean moving away from home to begin University in the fall. Things will definitely be different for Mom and for Grammy.

It must be okay for a grandmother to fill up with pride in her girls, not just the graduates but also their Mom, and their Aunt H. Seeing them together, I just wanted to hold on to them so tight. They are so precious to me.

Life goes on, and each of "my girls" (which is what I call the four of them), have their own paths to take. The older ones are further along and have made their big life decisions. The younger ones are yet to see their future unfold. Lord bless them as they begin on their new paths.

Pictures in the orchard

Graduation Day
Both ceremonies were on the same day

All dressed up for the prom

It is a weary grandmother who now writes this. I am physically and emotionally drained, but such joy fills my heart. Soon these events will be but memories, but good ones I hope. A family gathering, parents and grandparents who want nothing more than a wonderful memory of two young ladies who have accomplished something special. I might add that they both graduated with honours.
The summer days will be filled with fun and adventure and work (on the farm) until September rolls in and a new stage begins.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

A Scary Place...

I am in the attic now, and I feel a little bit like Alice in Wonderland. I have a flash light since there is not an electric light in that dark and dank place. Boxes loom before me, and I fear I may fall into a "rabbit hole'. I feel a hundred eyes upon me, and I am relieved to find out that they belong to stuffed animals, not mice, though I know mice have visited the attic. They have carried bird seed up there to eat at their parties. I hope they are cute, like the mice in Cinderella. I'll let you know if I get an invite to their party, though all is quiet now..........I must gather my fearlessness and venture forth again.

Oh my aching back. Working in the attic is much harder than working in the basement. To carry on the analogy of my fictional friend Alice, the door I go through is much smaller than an ordinary door. And then because I am so big, I must bend over to extricate boxes from the attic to my room, which by the way was once part of the attic. There is no way I can just work in the attic, but have to pull out the boxes to go through them. Then, there is the part where I travel from the upstairs to the basement....with the bags of junk. If I was going to do it again, I would never save anything. And starting now I vow not to hoard.

A few days later........I am defeated. The scary place has wiped me out. I don't know how Alice got through all her adventures without taking a long vacation. Well, she was fictional, and maybe I am too, a figment of my own imagination. I have been spending too much time in the attic and the cobwebs have clogged my brain.

At this time my adventure in the attic has come to an end. My back just can't handle it. I think I have half of the Captain's family's stuff still in there.....but I can't move any more boxes.. H did say she'd help, so I am formally taking her up on the offer.

For now, the little door is closed for another season. I shall leave it to the mice, if I haven't disrupted their life style. (Wouldn't that be a wonder?)

A rabbit just ran by with a big alarm clock saying he was late for something. I am too! A cup of coffee. It's a good thing I am not a taker of heavy drink........... Hey, wait for me Rabbit!!!!