By the second week I could feel the accumulated stress of the past 6 months begin to dissipate. It really helped that we were parked in a little wooded paradise.
One evening Cheryl, Claire, Stella, and I went for a walk up the “Red Trail”, the hiking trail behind the house. We could see a storm brewing in the distance. From the look-off the sky was spectacular, but the storm was moving quickly so we picked up the pace to a jog back down the trail. Suddenly the sky darkened and the wind picked up. Out of the woods we were startled by a loud trumpety-whistly sound that really scared Claire. I imagined it must be the wind blowing in a huge hollowed tree trunk. Cheryl imagined it was bull moose call. Just as we blew through the door, the sky opened up into a downpour.
The Saturday Wakefield Market is a bustling gathering place for young families, artisans, gardeners, and chefs. We enjoyed some yummy treats and chatted with friends and neighbours. Children played under a large tree canopy, and dogs wrestled on the new spring grass.
One morning I was greeted in the washroom by this toothy beast resting on the bathtub rim.
All around this quaint town you’ll find Art sneaking through in everyday things…