While traveling through three of Canada’s Atlantic provinces, we saw some things you don’t see on the prairies, where we make our home. The sprawling yard of the house above is guarded by a wooden sculpture of a man.
Beautiful, and colourful cottages are a familiar sight in the Maritimes. Oops, looks like someone knocked over one of the deck’s flowerpots!
This house is built in the traditional Maritime style.
This lighthouse has been converted to become part of this coastal home.
This pink mansion looks more like a hotel than a family dwelling, but I didn’t see any signs to confirm what it was.
I just had to include this picture. This is someone’s yard. Isn’t it just perfect? I would so love to have my own private park to enjoy!
This isn’t a house, but I thought it was cute. The sign says it’s “The Bird Garden”. Everything bird related was available at this little roadside shop.
This lighthouse is situated at Brackley Beach, Prince Edward Island. The plaque on the side of the lighthouse tells a grim story.
“The Gale of October 3, 1851: The forenoon had been particularly balmy. Schooners had sailed into the shallow waters in search of mackerel and cod. But darkness found the vessels trapped in the stillness close to land. There was no breeze to carry them offshore. That evening a strong wind blew from the northeast. By midnight it had raged into a powerful gale. For several days the wind and waves gathered strength. On the morning of the fourth day, the sea subsided. Battered ships were strewn along the north shore. Bodies of sailors and fishermen were entangled amongst the wreckage. Many men were buried here in Prince Edward Island. Their graves are a silent reminder of the changing moods of the sea.”
One of the lighthouses on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.
A lighthouse at Lunenburg, Nova Scotia.
We hope to return some day, and experience more of Atlantic Canada.
I had looked forward to this trip for seven months, and finally the time had come. My husband and I were going to eastern Canada to get a sampling of three of the country’s maritime provinces. On June 1, we landed in New Brunswick at the Greater Moncton Roméo LeBlanc International Airport, which is actually located at Dieppe. We were then shuttled off to Shediac, where I was going to have to attend three days of meetings before our real holiday could begin. We were able to take a walk after the first day of meetings and got a taste of this town.
The rhododendrons were in bloom. Beautiful!
Many yards and houses displayed sailing themed decorations.
Some trees caught my eye. These, with the trunks twisted together, and another with lips puckered up and ready for a kiss.
We made our way to John Lyons Park.
The grass was wet, and a little overgrown in some places, as the area had been getting a lot of rain. There was a row of birdhouses near the shore. When I’d near one with a bird in the entrance, the bird would fly to the hole of another birdhouse in the line. I think it was trying to draw me away from the actual birdhouse where it was nesting.
The coastline was a little craggy, yet beautiful. I could have spent a lot more time there, but we had to get back to the hotel, and meet my colleagues for dinner at one of the local Shediac restaurants, Gabriele.
Our last look at the ocean for today.
I’m sure you’ve seen these “bird condos” before. We always kept one for the purple martins that returned each year to our cottage at the beach. There were a few years that sparrows took possession before the martins arrived, which would aggravate my dad. It looks like this birdhouse is considered prime real estate by the locals!
I don’t know if this sparrow is actually living inside this pipe, or if it’s just a rest spot. I’m one of the few people I know that likes sparrows. So many others view them as pests. The fact that they don’t fly south and are able to survive our extreme winter weather makes me admire their power of endurance. They are amazing little birds!