To The Place I Call Home
Today I want to tell you a bit about being from NS. There is a comfort knowing you came from there. The people are genuine and true. They have a quality about them that is as pure as the air around them. They live life amongst the most beautiful landscape. Ocean views, water falls, berry fields, orchards, stately homes, mines of all sorts, mountains, valleys, and every thing in between. It is a small province at the far end of Canada but, what it lacks in size it makes up in variety. There is a town every twenty minutes as you drive the winding roads. Each one is unique in its history and culture. There are museums filled with historical items that so richly represent the people and their past. I was from the town of Truro, it is the hub of Nova Scotia. It is different in ways no one can explain. It makes you feel like life can last forever. The past is always present and the people are all family. It was a place were it made you feel like the little things in life were as big and grand as any others. One of my favorite things in the spring was running through the grass in my bare feet when the air was warm and the ground was cool. It was always so moist in the spring thaw you could feel your feet sinking into the ground to your ankles. The water squeezing out between your toes, splashing all the way up to your knees. Summer time also offered great adventures. My favorite thing was the smell of the ocean. Salty air filled with the smell of shucked oysters and salted cod. It was probably not a pleasant smell but , for me the smell represented the sweet pleasures of summer. The fall in Nova Scotia can not be matched by any other place on earth. The leaves turn color and the entire province looks like a painters pallet. It is as beautiful as any masterpiece you will ever see hanging and here it hangs from every tree. I myself loved fall for many reasons, fields of low bush blueberries, apples hanging red and ripe. Gathering produce to put down for winter and the sharing of neighbors. Fall was full of favorite times but most of all was our neighborhood corn boil. My dad would work for a farmer friend and always get a couple free sacks of corn. We would gather the neighbors and have a giant corn boil and eat until we hurt. Last but not least was winter in Nova Scotia, the snow was always wet and perfect for building snowmen. My favorite thing about winter was the way the snow would harden only on the top layer at night. It sparkled like a blanket of jewels laid down across the ground and I was the princess for which to walk upon it. Being a child from there offered a life only most can dream of. I write my childhood memories to remind myself that while I was chasing a dream I lost site of the one I was already living. Nova Scotia is an amazing place to visit. You are always welcome and you will never want to leave. Thank you for letting me be a part of it!