One of the reasons we weren’t able to visit more people was because we both came down with a very popular Kingston bug. Let me tell you, the sore throat is to die for.
And we both find it difficult to leave Kingston, but the city’s constraints and busyness are such that for our health and well-being we feel it’s healthier to be living in our semi-wild existence. Why the first day back home, when I was walking Buster on his new eight-metre dog leash, I felt, despite feeling under the weather, that I wanted to shout at the mountains, roll on the grass and earth, breathe the fresh, clear, blue air and let my spirit fly and soar over the fields and mountains. I wanted Cape Breton to wrap around me like a gorgeous mosaic blanket.
And you know, a few folks have told me how beautiful my photos are, but how can they not be? We live in a beautiful setting. Why, I could probably close my eyes, point my camera and still capture good photos.
And a fella I met on the road, when I told him I had a cold and had just returned from Ontario where it is so busy said, “A fella don’t need that stuff.”