Signal Hill and Cabot Trail

We stood steeped in history as we walked up Signal Hill. It is one of the most iconic sites in Canada and yet the years haven’t changed it.

Happenstance

I remember once, when I was about 13 or 14, flying to Vancouver Island with my mom. We saw people she knew in Calgary and Vancouver. I was like “what the heck?”; we lived in a small farming community so how could my mom know so many people?

Fast forward to my kids going anywhere with me when they were teenagers. It kind of drove them a bit crazy that I would find people whom I knew to stop and visit with.

Flying thousand of miles away should probably have prevented that. Or so you

Cape Spear

We’ve now been to the most eastern spot in North America. Trust me that it was a lot warmer when we were on the most western tip of Europe! Portugal in the spring isn’t quite like Newfoundland in the same season!

Meandering

I can’t find that illusive opening paragraph that draws the reader in so perhaps I’ll just let the pictures do the talking.

Report Card 1

Report card day was never my favourite day as I never really had an idea what the teacher or the exam results would say. Then of course add in the fact that I failed one of my five final nursing exams. Makes sense why report card day brings a sense of trepidation to me.

So why would I

Spring Sunday

It boils down to a matter of prospective as it always does. It’s not what you look at that matters but rather what you see and how you to chose to react to it that counts which counts.

Which brings me to the

Spring Cleaning

The trees are heavily laden and show up against the tinge of blue in the sky. In the flower garden the “mulch” remains

100+ Milestone

The title isn’t about how old I feel right at the moment of writing but rather that the blog

Bernie’s Bright Idea

A year ago and a couple of casual comments from a close friend, some reading between the lines and bingo. My bright idea was born.

A for Effort

There are so many possible titles for today’s blog. A for Effort, Honour versus Defeat or A “Bum”mer on Powder Day.

The background story goes like this