She sleeps so much now, rarely gets up before noon. This is her summer vacation. She is growing and happy.
200 years ago, her Great Great Grandfather was born in paradise in Washabuck Cape Breton. And her Great Grandfather couldn’t wait to leave for the excitement of the big towns and cities.
I say paradise, A house on a hill with good land and a fresh water well, with an inland salt sea at their doorstep. The great Bras d’or Lakes.
We are trying to get back into that house. That is our dream…
I woke up from unconcious.
No reason, just because.
A signpost said Cape Breton.
Didn’t know just where I was.
There was no need to worry.
No panic did I keep.
I took a breath and filled my lungs.
To that deep Cape Breton sleep.
The first exchange happened at the Ingonish Wharf and this year the stuffed animals were returned to their original owners at the Wharf Restaurant (Freight Shed) in Baddeck.