Canada Day

Day 341

The first year I was in Canada on July 1 it was brilliantly sunny.  We went for a walk on the beach and stopped for ice cream.


I missed Canada Day last year because I was home from Nova Scotia by June 18.  This year we’ve had fog and/or rain every day I’ve been here but one.  Today’s not the one.


A check of the webcam reveals they’re doing their best to be festive down at the harbour.


It’s even worse out at the lighthouse on the cape, but they’ve got their flags up, including one on the “big chair.”


At least it was dry and cheery inside at the farmers’ market on Saturday.


And a curled-up and sleeping cat can be restorative on even the foggiest, rainiest days.


Especially if he wants to help with your knitting.


We’ll see if it dries out and clears up enough for fireworks tonight.


My Father’s Daughter

Day 326

”A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again.” –Anonymous

Happy Father’s Day! (And you thought my face was funny here!)