Tag: Jodee Samuelson

Brick clay

It must be summer. We’re leaving windows open at night, going down to the Cove twice a day, eating our own lettuce, making plans for summer visitors...

Green world

It’s above freezing at night! There’s no time to lose! Out with the shorts, t-shirts, lawn chairs, picnic baskets, wide brimmed hats, sandals, sun...

Fine spring evening

We were stepping out one fine spring evening admiring the glories of the season, the poplar catkins, the plump elderflower buds, the greening thyme, a...

Ice breakup

The sea ice is breaking up along the shore. This last incarnation of winter is a noisy affair with ice cakes cracking, dripping and splashing, and wav...

My friend Floyd

During the recent COVID–19 shutdown limiting personal contact to two friends, we chose our neighbours Floyd and Pauline Thomson. Day or night their ...

Rosehip jam

Snow fell silently all night and the morning revealed a world wrapped in a sparkling silver mantle. The sun raised one sleepy eye above the horizon, r...

Beloved customs

I was raised by custom; you could say I was custom-made. My parents were immigrants and at Christmas especially they clung to the familiar and comfort...

Harvest time

The potato army moved in before sundown: one International Harvester tractor, two stub-nosed John Deeres, two Allan windrowers, one Allan potato harve...

Clouds

The tide is low at noon so we pack a lunch (cheese and crackers, beer and chocolate), slather ourselves with sunscreen and head down to the Cove. We p...

August Tides

The tide is low at noon so we pack a lunch (cheese and crackers, beer and chocolate), slather ourselves with sunscreen and head down to the Cove. We p...

Dream come true

Dream come true: Afternoon piano recital, Beethoven and Chopin pouring out of little building we call “The Rural Conservatory.” Guitars and singin...

Island pillars

The sea continues to eat away at our lovely coastline. Wealthy cottagers purchase peace of mind by bringing in Nova Scotia granite boulders dumping th...

This perfect day

If I don’t appreciate this perfect day, then I don’t deserve to live here. It’s a festival out there. The ground is strewn with crimson maple f...

Community

Last summer our school in the Cove celebrated its 200th birthday. To commemorate this milestone we considered holding a lecture series, a photo exhibi...

Unexpected

March has been a month of unexpected, even bewildering, events. There was the COVID-19 scare with the long list of places one might have been and yep,...

CHEERS!

Recently we were delighted to be invited over “for drinks” at the home of neighbours who moved to the Cove from England a few years back. “Come ...

Rare Birds

Our birdfeeder is alive and well, with an assertion of bluejays, a lament of mourning doves, an aria of chickadees, a jumble of juncos, an inversion o...

Free to dream

American Election Night 2020, 3:30 am, results still coming in. I feel like I haven’t had a restful dream-filled sleep in weeks. Every time I close ...

Dear Dr. Morrison

Dear Dr. Morrison: On behalf of the people of the Cove, I am writing to thank you for taking such good care of us. Your fireside chats (well, without...

Alive like me

I remember the first time I realized that I was not the only person in the universe. (My parents were people too, but they were only there to serve me...

Martha’s calendar

Every summer when family visits the Island, daughter-in-law Stephanie brings along the most recent copy of Martha Stewart Living and spends hours lyin...

Down East getaway

We’re having a different sort of summer. No socials at our old school, no Canada Day hotdogs, no sharing garden, flowers, beach and sand with friend...

Fortune Cove

Our premier has exhorted us to explore the Island this summer. Accordingly, we book a cottage in Fortune Cove on the Mill River and head up West for a...

Resilience

Here it is, spring again! Squirrels are single-mindedly chasing each other up and down the trees, geese are honking overhead, and those of us with un-...

Beautiful snow

Newfoundlanders have once again inspired us with their joyful acceptance of life’s little surprises – in this case, 70 cm of snow. Everyone has se...

Winter woods

The temperature has risen to above freezing but there is a deep layer of snow on the ground. We walk down to the church and put on snowshoes in the le...

Old diaries

In late December an unusual comet—Comet 2I/Borisov—brushed by our sun. “The comet’s icy core is only a mile or so wide, but its surrounding cl...

Bygone days

A reminiscence by Lillian MacCannell of Canoe Cove, Prince Edward Island: Like many Islanders of a certain age, my early education took place in a on...

First frost

The evening air had that distinctive feel of frost, and as the night hours crept by, the clear sky drew the earth’s heat into the starry heavens. ...

Hurricane Harry

We have a wood-sawing whirligig named Harry in the backyard. Harry takes it pretty easy most of the time, only rousing himself to saw a few boards dur...

Mom’s books

One visitor who passed through our lives this summer was a young chef with an interest in edible wild plants. I lent him Mom’s collection of books o...

Periwinkle trails

August has arrived. It seems very sudden. We humans have been rushing about trying to ignore time as we embrace every hint of sunshine that comes our ...

Baby mussels

It was the strangest thing. The tide was out and we were taking a walk across the Cove, glorying in the sunset and the feeling of being warm! when we ...

Beautiful World

As a reward for remaining cheerful during our long challenging winter, we have treated ourselves to one whole week of wide-brimmed hats, gauzy fabrics...

Good resolutions

Who would think that trees could shed so many twigs and branches? I love raking, but still. I decided to take a break and a walk down to the Cove. And...

Potholes, etc

Here it is the middle of March and ice cakes fill the Strait from shore to shore. When the wind changes direction the ice groans and mutters to itself...

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