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Showing posts with label Acadians. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 August 2024

Along the way in August

It feels like it’s been hot and humid forever…weeks anyway. We may have some relief from the humidity later this week. We live in hope!


The golden grand-dog, Daisy, has returned for an extended visit this time and we are challenged to help her use some of her surplus energy every day, despite the heat. One solution has been the beach at Mont Carmel, in the Acadian region of Prince Edward Island, or as the French say, Île-du-Prince-Édouard, IPE.





The Acadian colours are red, white and blue, like the French flag but with the addition of the gold star on the blue.





Along the shoreline, cottages and an area for travel trailers mean there may be a few people on the beach. At various times we saw a kayaker, a paddle boarder, a few swimmers, people fishing for bass and a man in a sailing dinghy.


The sun appeared to highlight the dinghy as it headed out from the shore. 





Before long, it was sailing parallel to the shore. Then it went over. We watched with apprehension for 30 seconds or so,





but then the sailor appeared, stood in the water beside the dinghy, preparing to set it upright and board it. Before long he was sailing again.


I tried to photograph a gull near the dinghy then turned to photograph the dinghy again. The photo below is the result, an accidental capture I assure you. The bird is close to the mast but not on it. I couldn’t have staged it better.





Meanwhile, while we were watching the dinghy, my husband has Daisy chasing a ball from a Chuck-it stick. It makes the ball go farther and is easier on our old arms. She never tires of chasing that ball.





Nearby, gulls hang out along the stretch of beach and move around to various spots as the beach goers happen by. 





At the eastern point on the beach, one can see the Confederation Bridge in the far distance, over 80 kilometres away by road.





Near one cottage, a bird house behind the Marram grass catches the eye 




as do the colourful whirligigs at the base of some flag poles near another.





A stream empties into the Northumberland Strait and the bridge along the road near the beach is looking its age.





By the parking lot, someone reminded everyone to “Smile.” However, we never need such a reminder along this beach.





Finally this week, Cabbage White butterflies are everywhere now and numerous. On our way to the beach, they were noticeable along both sides of the road, flitting about as we drove by. They love the Marram Grass along the beach too.


Yesterday morning, we took Daisy for a walk along the Confederation Trail, when there was a breeze and it was overcast. We parked beside a potato field which had a muddy entrance which attracted the Cabbage Whites. While we see these butterflies everywhere, we have never seen them congregated as they were yesterday. The photo shows one group of several and dozens were flying around too.





Nature always shares something interesting.




Friday, 10 March 2017

The wait

Two degrees Celcius and the sun is shining. The frozen bay is spread before us! My husband and I are dressed for the cold as we park by the boardwalk in North Rustico on the central north shore of Prince Edward Island. We haven't been back here since July and everything is covered in its frozen shroud. We are curious to compare the scenes of summer with winter in North Rustico. 

The Acadian monument is partially buried in the snow now, waiting for its time to remind visitors of that proud heritage. The shrubs behind the monument are mere skeletons of their former selves.

 
                                             

 

Only vestiges of some plants, such as Queen Anne's Lace, remain now, the stalks and seed pods having survived the worst nature can dispense.

 
                                                   

 

The entrance to the bay is the only open water in the March setting.

 
                                                                      

 

Winds have taken their toll on the patriotic display at Court's Wharf.

 
                                                                    

 

The pine trees have lost their brilliant green as a result of the decrease in daylight hours in the cold season.

 
                                                         


 

Ouside the bay, the breakwater is encased in ice and snow.

 
                                                                                   


Activity on the bay is different now, snow machines replacing human power.

 
                                                            

 
                                                           
Yet, some things never change. The lighthouse stands vigil as it has for almost a century and a half, though it might be ready for spring. We are!