after all the moving yesterday, today was the rearranging of our home incorporating some of the cottage things. My favourite new spot is the den with a sweet pull out couch. We can have more visitors all at once, or give guests choices, or I can just be mellow there, surrounded by family photos. The smaller the space, the cosier I feel…so what is that? It’s another lesson.

We’ve been here long enough for Frank to become a true Nova Scotian, driving a pick up truck, with his trusty side kick hound. Today was moving day for Tish and Wes’s cottage…moving things to our home…hard work, but Frank was having fun, thanks to this loaner. A little sad though to permanently shut the door on the cottage but phases bring change, that’s why they’re phases.

from the safety of a house, I watched this brave soul just doing his job, dodging electrical wires while going up 3 stories to blanket an electrical box so a home reno could proceed. Why wouldn’t every little boy want to do this job? Outdoors, adventure, danger, pride..the straight goods. An uncomplicated complicated job.

quilting is really my pleasure, and this gift for a new baby in the community, was a delight to make, as I used for the central square, a piece made by Judy MacLean. It feels then that both Judy and I made the quilt – as if she were here with me. I miss you, Judy, but you are still here with me even when you aren’t.

out with friends for Sushi and Flamenco…now tapas and Flamenco in Spain would have been nice too, but this evening had a lot of laughs….interesting though about the quantity of food served in North America, compared to Spain…our plates runneth over, and hence so do our (dinner) rolls.

a rainy night, and the nights are dark now, so the blinds are pulled down. It makes for a cosy nest for Frank and me to each snuggle into a couch and read. Still feels like a guilty pleasure even though the kids are long grown up and gone. Funny, the habits of time.

Brenda and I went for a 2 1/2 hr. bike ride, on the Trans Canada Trail by our home, almost to Cow Bay rd. (I love the name).. What a wonderful trail, named the Salt Marsh Trail as it meanders across stretches of ocean, as in this photo, in so many spots. Great to have a friend to play with…thanks Brenda.

off to the Valley on a lovely Sunday, but with the faithful hound this time. It’s such a pleasure to have a companion who makes us get out of the car and stretch our legs now and then. The valley is the opposite of our shore, all vibrant colour. There is beauty in all the shores’ uniquenesses. I enjoyed my human travelling companion too!

on my usual walk with Daisy, still to this day, after all these years, getting a kick out of this view. it’s the same headland that we see from our home, but from a different perspective.. There is something so Maritime about it. Our postal code is Head of Chezzetcook, which also refers to land mass. It’s land and sea, that’s all there is.

The house won’t have these chairs and planters on the deck again, until next spring. It’s always a shock to give yourself the message that winter really is coming, especially when it’s still fall and fairly warm, but the time for deck sitting is over. We had a good run.