Walking along the seashore I am washed by the sound of the waves. 
The gulls punctuate the air with their cries and the smell of salt and fish capture my attention. 
I am mostly made of salt and water … my blood pulses through me, connecting me to my history and future.
Historic Gardens, Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia
Seventeen acres of horticultural excellence, from Mi’kmaq practices to the early Acadian gradener and up to the present innovative gardening techniques of today. 
Please visit their website: www.historicgardens.com 
I’m visiting my cousin Henry and his wife, Margo, in Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia. Love pervades their home, radiating out to family, friends, and strangers. Margo’s fabulous food creations haunt me as soon as I leave. 
This desert is simple but radical in its ability to hypnotize you into bliss. Frozen raspberries, cream, and a tad of sugar, topped with fresh blueberries.
We’re staying in a very rural area and when I walk early morning, if it is clear, I can see the buildings of Boston (60 plus miles away). This photo does not pick them up but they are way out there in the blue. 
I love the old barns, wild flowers, and fancy gardens. So far from Tucson. 
I was not a farm girl although I grew up in rural Nova Scotia … mostly in an area of rocks, trees, and a few pastures with thin cows, so I assumed the painted horned animals I saw in Boston were male. Today’s Telegram and Gazette (www.telegram.com) has an article "Colorizeds arrangement in gray, black" [not a great title] about Mary Galli’s cow titled, "Moo-chas Gracias" which is painted black and white with red roses climbing the back thighs. 
The Cow Parade, an outdoor art exhibit that began in Chicago seven years ago and has toured cities worldwide, ends up with each artistic cow being auctioned off for charity. Boston’s proceeds will go to the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute’s (where I worked many years ago) Jimmy Fund. 
