The baby and I spent a week in Halifax. I have some family there, and also went to university in the city. I’ve got friends who are making their living as reporters and journalists, and cousins with babies slightly older than Sylvia. It was a wonderful trip, and can be summed up almost entirely by this picture:
But to do so would be to ignore the glorious fall colours and agricultural delights that are Nova Scotia in autumn.
There wasn’t enough time to take it all in. Those bottles of wine weren’t just going to drink themselves, you know. But I was able to see most everyone on my list, however briefly, and stock up on Halifax essentials like chocolate covered raisins from Planet Organic (what?) and Big Life pizza. Sylvia even made her first pilgrimage to MEC, so you know it was a good trip.
*Don’t you know that song? There was a man lived in the moon, in the moon, in the moon/ There was a man lived in the moon and his name was Achin’ Drum. And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, and ladle/ He played upon a ladle and his name was Achin’ Drum…. Been in my head since Saturday. Thanks, Aunt Nancy.