Canada
We went to Canada overnight. Sam had a training workshop for municipal government in Presque Isle Maine. Instead of staying in Maine, he found an AirBnB in Woodstock, New Brunswick. It was an interesting, refreshing get-away.
While he was at the training, I walked on the Great Trail. I enjoyed seeing all the signs in both English and French. I remember some French from high school.
Trust Time happened while on the road. Sam was driving. I warned him ahead of time that I was going to sit quietly for 5 minutes. He could talk to me, but I probably wouldn’t respond. I stopped my role as navigator and of course he missed a turn and had to double-back. But he handled it fine, got back on track, and I enjoyed my peaceful time. I didn’t tune into any deep thoughts or connective feelings but just experienced time passing. I thought of Jude’s words “floating through time.” In my case, driving through time.
On the way home, we traveled south through New Brunswick to St. Andrews. It’s on a peninsula near the Bay of Fundy (on Passamaquoddy Bay actually). A resort-type town, but not as hectic as Bar Harbor. We easily found a place to park for lunch. Mostly we enjoyed the Sculpture Garden at the Kingsbrae Gardens there. I found myself critical of the gardens because they didn’t identify the plantings well and they didn’t have a focus on native plants. They had a pollinator garden but not a native plant garden. They had large ground covers of pachysandra, tall yew hedges, and other things that native plant snobs (me) don’t like. They did have a vegetable garden, which I appreciated.
Sam photographing me photographing him in the mirrored obelisk. Kingsbrae Gardens.
It has been such a long time since we have traveled anywhere beyond our own town. so your photos of your trip to Canada are a wonderful treat. The 2nd to the last photo of the woman, with fly away hair, holding onto her umbrella could not be more apt for how so many of us are feeling in this moment, holding on with all of our might…!
It was a very simple trip, just overnight and not far. But it felt momentous!
sounds (and looks) like quite a lovely sojourn … although I would have harumphed along with you at the dearth of native plantings in the sculpture garden (nice sculptures though) … we are so fortunate to have the National Wildflower Center just ten minutes up the road … all native plantings all the time, often with a roadrunner thrown in for good measure
I enjoy learning about native plants so much, it seems a shame to have a big garden like that and not do at least some education! The National Wildflower Center must be fabulous.