Greetings From Nova Scotia and Merry Christmas!

Bill and I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

We have been taking it a bit easier  here at Land’s End as winter rolls in. With the wood pile under cover and pantry full we no longer feel guilty sleeping in until 7:00am these days.  The goats are dry so there is no milking to do. The hens are moulting getting their winter feathers and taking a rest from laying eggs. The new hens are just starting to lay now so we haven’t had many eggs to gather lately either.  These are the lazy days for us when we catch up on sleep we missed and spend more time indoors by the fire.

This part of Nova Scotia has been spared much of the storms that headed our way. Last Wednesday we only were blessed with about three inches of snow. The temps dropped well below freezing last night  and we are suposed to have a snow storm tonight and turn to rain tomorrow!

I made a trip to the city by shuttle bus two weeks ago and stayed a week with my children and grand children. They are all away for  Chrstmas so I thought I would visit before they left. Everyone was working so with time on my hands days I decided to tour Halifax th economical way!

For $2 one can ride the bus and get a free transfer that is good to reuse for two hours. So I went south and north and east and west visiting and  stopping to visit different sites in the area. I had a lot of fun , saw the local attractions and met an awful lot of nice people along the way!  I hadn’t  been on a city bus since my grandson was little and we went for a bus ride for the fun of it around Halifax. This time I had an objective of learning my way around the city so I don’t have to wait for someone to take me here or there. Crossing streets was hard with limited vision but most strangers are glad to assist if asked.

The best fun is meeting people of  all different walks of life from a relocated farmer who moved to Nova Scotia to a young woman who has been touring  North America for two years by bus and living in hostels.  It made me realize how diverse the population here is.

The trip up on the seven passenger van was three hours. We made a detour to the airport to pick up someones luggage air Canada lost and another pasenger. Coming home took six hours because we waited and hour and half at the wharf for the Coast Guard boat to come in . A man on it wanted to go to Yarmouth! Transportation is slow here without a car.

At home I have been busy baking cookies and cakes and all the good things I can’t have to eat but enjoy giving to others. The kids enjoyed the baking I took to them also. I put up the little cardboard star Nick made when he was little, the knitted snowmen Bills’s Mum made, The nativity my grand daughter gave me years ago and strung the one strand of mimi lights in the window. The 12″ red wire tree is decorated with miniture balbs. It was a gift from a friend.  My Grandma’s Christmas doilies are on the tables  the angel music box is on the old pump organ. It now looks like Christmas!

I sat last night in my rocking chair watching the tiny lights reflect on the white walls of the dining room. I thought about Bill’s parents, my Dad and grandmother and son all passed away  and  with us now only in spirit. I thought about the first fami;y who lived in this house with their ten children and imagined the laughter and fun they must have enjoyed on Christmas. I thought about happy times with my own children who are else where this year. There are lots of good memories and there came a peace over me that flooded the room . Life changes and we must adapt but no one can take away the happiness shared with family and friends in past years. It lives on in all of us. Bill and I will be sharing Christmas dinner with one of his brother’s and his wife this year so we won’t be alone.

We hope everyone who reads this has a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! God bless you all.

About lrose

Greetings from " Land's End" in Nova Scotia! My name is Linda Rose. My husband , Bill, and I have been living on and farming organically on a ten acre farm for 23 years now. Bill grew up dairy farming and I grew up and lived in both the city and country. We were married thirty years ago July 9th. and are former Light House Keepers. I am a writer, mother of four, grandmother of two, former dog groomer, hospital worker and now do child care part time. Bill always farmed but also did gardening for others . He was also assitant Light Keeper on Green Island and Bon Portage Island off the south shore of Nova Scotia. We live in what is now called Short Beach on the south shore of Nova Scotia. Many years ago before the first white settlers set foot from their sailing vessels on the rocky shores of Short Beach the natives called this place Kespoogwit. Translated to English it means "lands end" Appropriately named, the land does end a two minute walk from our farm. This is where the Atlantic Ocean beats the rocky shores holding us spell bound. Nature, ever changing, demostrates the puniness of man or woman to the relentless forces of the sea. The forefathers of many people who reside in this area sailed on vessels from England and Scotland. They journeyed to Nova Scotia to begin their lives afresh in a new land. They brought with them only the bare essentials of clothing and tools and in some cases animals. They came men, women and children. Challenged by the weather more than from hostility of the original inhabitants, many a stout man and woman carved homesteads from forested land near the Atlantic. The weather and rocky soil presented obstacles for the original homesteaders and the generations who would follow them. Bill and I came to Short Beach in 1985. I prefer to call our homestead "Land's End". Our journey was much different than that of the first homesteaders who settled here. However our lifestyle is not a whole lot different. We still till the ground and mow the hay with horse drawn implements. I sweep the house with a straw broom and cook on a wood stove. Although ;someone thinking I was missing something gave us an electric stove and fridg; I still prefer my wood stove. Our wood for heat comes from a wood lot and is hauled five miles home with our work horse. Our food is grown organically using mostly simple hand tools to work the soil. The Atlantic continues to hold its observers hypnotized by its sporadic beauty. Tranquil repose is periodically interrupted by furious surging tides, eroding and redefining the shoreline of Short Beach. This is Kespoogwit ; "Land's End". It is our home.