We’re back from Halifax. We had a lovely ceremony for my Mother-in-Law in a field on the farm where she used to live. The sun was shining, birds were singing and the wind softly blowing as we took up points of the compass to bid her farewell.
I brought home a large rock from the farm to remember her by. It is a tradition my hubby and I started years ago. Wherever we go, we bring back rocks.
I am never more at peace than when I am in Nova Scotia. Around every corner is a picture postcard. The fresh air, the architecture, the seafood, the energy that pulses through her – they just fit my body rhythms in a way Ontario never has.
Since I was first introduced to her 16 years ago, Nova Scotia has always been the home of my heart.
We went to Lawrencetown and wandered around the beach looking for mementos. A whole bag of rocks came home with us. Some for us, some for other loved ones I know also collect rocks. Mine will go in my garden. I suspect his will go in the fish tank.
It’s a long drive to Nova Scotia from Toronto. It’s usually between 18-23 hours depending on weather and how many stops you make. This means ample knitting/crocheting time.
My scars are still sensitive from the carpal tunnel surgery, so knitting isn’t really happening at the moment. The needle hits directly on the scars and it just feels weird. So my hooks have been busy. I took some cotton with me to work on dish cloths, but most of my time was captivated with this vest I’m designing. I’m not sure if it will look good or like a potato sack, but I’m getting close to finding out.
Tomorrow I go back to work for the first time since September 9th. Although I’ll miss the afternoon naps and spending the day with Clancy, it’s time. I’ve discovered I’m not one who does “down time” well. It’s time to get back to it in a lot of areas of my life.