I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.
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I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.
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One of the more spectacular days we’ve seen up here this year, or ever, for that matter. I ironically titled it ‘A Cloudy Day,’ because, well, the sky was filled with clouds!
The hundreds of puffy white billows (seemingly outsourced by the Great Spirit to Miss Bergman’s 3rd grade class with the simple instructions “paint some clouds”) only adding to the sense of reverence we felt as we visited our new home site and then travelled down to the local marshes. Continue reading