Dedicated to Ann Schaffner

 The sun has finally arrived

in Blue Rocks.  And with the

sun, two borrowed kayaks

found their way to our home.

Blue Rocks Kayak Routes

After a short drive down to the end of  The Point,

we slip our kayaks into the sea;  the rest is bliss.

slipping under the bridge in Stonehurst

Making Waves

Village of Stonehurst

Lunch With a View

I dedicated my paddling to Ann Schaffner,

a friend from Vermont, who recently

died after a short struggle with cancer. 

Ann,

You are a part of my Vermont,

 of snow shoeing through sun kissed woods,

 x-country skiing back in the winter meadow,

 walking the trails through hemlock laden woods,

 canoeing on the Green River Reservoir,

 talking chickens and bees and beavers and apple trees,

 munching from picnic baskets by the pond,

 and sharing your love of our world through many meals. 

You truly stepped through the door full of curiosity.

Thank you for sharing 

this wild and wonderful life. 

When Death Comes by Mary Oliver (1935 - ) Timeline Original Language English When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom; taking the world into my arms. When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Bonnie and Clyde in Blue Rocks

Kerry and I were walking by
the fishing shacks in Blue Rocks
when we spotted two goats on
the island.  Pete Tanner waved
to us and asked if we wanted to
come on over to meet them.
When in doubt say YES!!!

Pete and Shirley's Cabin on the Island in Blue Rocks

We motored the short distance
in the gut and landed on Pete's island:
the new home to  Bonnie and Clyde.
Pete bought the two at an auction
in Lewistown, NS.

Bonnie and Clyde

"Pete, did you know one of them
was pregnant when you bought
her?"

"Nope, but she's now called Clydie."
(the tri-coloured goat)

In the early days around here,
sheep lived on the islands, foraging
for food and providing food for the
locals.

Shirley and Pete, Clydie and Bonnie

Pete is definitely a local.  The oldest

house in Blue Rocks was Pete's

great-grandfather's house.  

Bonnie looking for lunch

Feeling right at home.

Blue Rocks, Nova Scotia

Little Red Shed

Shacks at the end of our lane.

Bonnie taking a stroll

Kerry and Clyde

This gate won't stop me!

I need to stay put (somewhere) long enough 

to get me a couple of milking goats....

and chickens, and honey bees, and....

The Gut in Blue Rocks