In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Golden day

It is an almost unbearably beautiful day on the island. The light is golden, and everything -- apples, sheep, stones, deer, water -- is shining with it. The oak tree and the bayberry bog are filled with tiny warblers and you can catch just a glimpse of golden feathers when they spread their wings.

Boats come and go into the cove, filled with visitors and guests for the long weekend. The teenagers have brought their ATVs, and they ride back and forth along the road, traveling between the camps looking for fun, which may be over at the other camp. All afternoon and late into the night they will continue, back and forth.
Still the golden light hovers over the island, blessing everything and all of us alike.

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