Schmidtville Doors

I am temporarily hold up in a downtown condo that was built in the early 90’s. To the North, the building fronts onto the city’s busiest shopping street. There are brand new developments under construction immediately to the east and west of me (it’s a little noisy).

But step out the door and turn south, and BOOM! You are in Schmidtville!

This charming wee neighbourhood has recently – very recently, like three months ago recently – been designated a Heritage Conservation District.

Thank goodness for that! This place has the same urban density stats as Paris, proving that we do not need only glass and steel towers to improve urban density. More than that, Schmidtville’s residents provide an excellent example of economic diversity. Plus is really pretty!

Elizabeth Schmidt subdivided Pedleyโ€™s Fields after her husband, Capt. Christian Schmidt, died in 1830. The 12 acres of grazing land was purchased by her father, James Pedley, in 1781.

The houses are mainly Georgian in style, but the neighbourhood also has some Victorian architecture.

I’ve been watching this spot. Someone has dug the soil beside this house to expose a deeply buried door. They have only just filled the doorway in with concrete blocks. I wonder where that door went when the house was originally built?

I feel like there is a story there …

Linked to Norm’s Thursday Doors.

Countesthorpe Doors

Treasures in small-ish places.

This summer we made our way across the pond to the village of Countesthorpe (pop 6,300 +\-), Leicestershire in England to visit my in-laws. Thats smack in the middle of the Midlands.

My husbands folks have always come to us. For years and years. But now, age and health concerns have gotten in the way. So, it’s our turn to return the favour.

And lucky us!! We get to explore!

Open door policy at the Bulls Head.

As you can see, it was bright and sunny – every single day. And HOT! Unexpectedly hot.

Nice job, Countesthorpe! You sure offer up a nice variety is welcoming doorways!!

Linked to Norm’s Thursday Doors.

Brand New Door

Voila!! This is the door to our new deck (which doesn’t yet exist).

We are building a new house, and it’s taking for.ev.er!

The photo was taken a few weeks ago and still no insulation. No drywall. No kitchen. No bathroom. No nothing.

Except this door. And the amazing view beyond. Sigh….

I can’t wait till it’s done and we can step through the door.

Linked to Norm’s Thursday Doors

Theatre Doors

Lucky me!! Last week I was in Toronto visiting my son and his girl. To my great delight, the city was playing host to its International Film Festival (TIFF).

And I was gifted with a ticket!!

So, while everyone else was busy in their work lives, I made my way to the glorious Winter Garden Theatre to see ‘Collette’ (staring Kiera Knightly) in THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON!!!

And what a place to see a film!!!

Just a little over the top- in the nicest possible way.

I sat beside a woman who bragged she’d been coming to the Festival every year for the past 40 years. (I didn’t even know it was that old!). I confessed, in a very small voice, that this was my first.

By the time I’d emerged from this magical space back onto the hot, humid, busy, gritty Younge Street, I was hooked! Already planning my trip next September to coincide with TIFF. And this time I’ll do the research and take in more shows.

As for the film, Collette, I recommend it. A biopic, celebrating the life of France’s icon female writer. Watch for it! It’s coming!

Celebrating Thursday Doors!

Doors of Kings Landing

Back in the ’70’s, plans for a dam on the beautiful St John River in New Brunswick threatened a group of 18th Century buildings. Some bright spark had the idea to move them out of harms way. The result is s vibrant, living historical village.

We visited on a very hot holiday Monday and all the doors were thrown open to welcome a bit of breeze as well as us visitors.

The delightful staff not only welcomed us into their homes and places of business, they drew us in the 18th village with the play acting. We were encouraged to lend a hand to help with the chores. Because it takes a village to … well … make village.

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Tu Hwnt Iโ€™r Bont Tearoom

We are currently touring, and falling head-over-heels in love with the beautiful and magical country of Wales.

Stopped by here for a pot of tea. After we found the door …

THERE it is!!!

A lovely cuppa!

Take note of the brass plaque on the wall by the door. It indicates the high water mark of the flood waters from the adjacent river.

This is one resilient building. Charming and strong. Just like Wales.

Liquid Sunshine

The 24th of May

Is the Queen’s birthday,

And if we don’t get a holiday,

We’ll all run away!

(A little rhyme from my grandfather’s childhood)

I’m not sure why we, here in Canada, still recognize Queen Victoria’s birthday with a holiday weekend, but I’m not complaining.

Neither, it seems, is anyone else.

Maybe because if falls nicely in May just in time to throw ourselves at the garden with enthusiasm.

Anyway, a walk through Halifax’s Formal Victorian Public Gardens, seems a nice way to tip our hat to Her Majesty. Even though it was raining – pouring, at times.

Hmmm. Someone looks a little impatient with me stopping every moment or two.

Understandable, really, as we were on a mission to find this now famous mama. (It was only me who was interested in strolling ๐Ÿ˜‰)

The gardens’ 25 year old agave plant had to be moved out of her greenhouse earlier this spring because her flower stalk had become too tall for the building. The flower stalk can grow 5-6 inches per day, apparently.

And there she is – in her, presently muddy, bed. No flower yet. That might be due to the cool temps, or maybe she just isn’t in a hurry. After all, once the flower sets seeds, the mother plant will die.

Take your time, dear, and enjoy the Spring. There is a new queen in the Gardens.

Long may you reign.

WPC – liquid

Rush Hour Traffic

This group of travellers made their way past our house yesterday just at suppertime. A moment before the photo was taken, my small flock of chickens were moving between their hooves. (I grabbed for the camera – too late – moment had passed). If you squint, you might be able to see some of the birds in the background.

A few minutes later, a skunk made her way past the barn. She was followed by the whole flick of chickens. I’m not sure if they were “showing her the door”, or just really curious. But the followed her to the hedge.

Again, I missed the shot. The skunk was out of sight. But I did catch the crew, apparently making sure that she was leaving. I confess, the thought made me smile!

It was a busy, high traffic late afternoon here. On the edge of the woods.

I was, however, extra vigilant when I went out at dusk to secure the birds for the night – to make sure Little Miss Skunk hadn’t made her way back. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Rise & Set

It takes love to hold on when you want to let go.

It takes love to let go when you want to hold on.

– Kate McGahan

We are moving.

Packing up this home of ours, downsizing , editing out stuff, distributing, donating, and cherishing.

We are letting go.

In preparation, I’ve read the life-changing books of tidying up and death cleaning. I’m following the rituals laid out therein. And, as much as I want this ( to rid my life of the unnecessary accumulation of material stuff), I’m here to tell you – it’s a gruelling process.

But we are getting there, certainly over half way now. Just a few more weeks before we are outta here, and there’s nothing like a deadline!!

We will be saying good bye to this beloved view, which has gifted us countless beautiful sunrises – each one uniquely breathtaking. There have been many mornings when all four of us have gathered at the window together to witness the start of another day. I bet I’ve taken a thousand photos of this view. Shared a few here, in fact.

But life is all about change.

The time has come for us to free up some time. For a new start. Our “empty-nester” house.

So! (Against my better judgement and) to my husbands absolute delight, we are building a new house. At the moment, it’s just an idea on paper, but once complete the new house will afford us views of sunsets. Here….

It’s going to be good. Trading early morning coffee for cocktails at sunset, perhaps? Sunrises for sunsets.

WPC – rise/set