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.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Victoria Day

Today we honour Queen Victoria's birthday, only I don't think she gets much attention, actually. It's a national holiday that marks the beginning of summer, and I've read that it's a weekend when people go camping, or open up their summer cottages.

Here on McNutt's Island the weekend is passing uneventfully. Skipper brought Michelle and Chris out with toddler Autumn and her adorable big sister Susannah for an overnight. Dylan and Devon completed the group. The boys drove about in Dylan's new vehicle, and there was rowing, gill net setting, lamb watching and barbequeing down at that end of the cove. I believe the McNutt's Market was also briefly open for business, though by the time I went by it was closed again.

Life has been quiet in our part of the cove, except for the racket made by toads, white throated sparrows and squabbling robins. Such a din sometimes! Greg is working on his Chariot, a wagon-like contraption for pulling visitors behind the ATV. I am nursing the seedlings along inside the greenhouse, and preparing the beds in the garden. The weekend has been beyond gorgeous. I have heard rumours of gull chicks and baby lambs, but haven't yet seen any with my own eyes.

From the perspective of the Victorians, Nova Scotia was an outermost hinterland of the empire, a vague obscure place where people sometimes went to make a fresh start or avoid further trouble. From the perspective of the islanders, I imagine, Victoria herself was a vague presence off somewhere far away, unlikely to take notice of them or to interfere with their daily lives. I don't imagine the queen's birthday was ever much celebrated here.

2 comments:

flandrumhill said...

This weekend certainly does mark the beginning of the summer season. I couldn't believe how much traffic was around the nearby beach this afternoon. If this weather keeps up, it will be absolutely crazy-busy here by the Canada Day weekend.

Janet said...

My garden is ready to go in but I need a day or two to recover - I'm what we call "all lamed up" and couldn't bend over if I tried. So far only my struggling pot bound chives have been plonked in the fresh raised bed to stretch their toes. But indeed the weather is a blessing as is being able to shed a few layers and expose some delicious flesh to the blackflies.