A trip home
Vivre à la Baie
In mid-August, my sister, brother-in-law, and their two kids, Sophie and Ella, and myself, packed up and went to visit our parents. My sister and I grew up in Clare/la Baie Sainte-Marie/the French Shore. It's a small French-speaking community on the southwestern tip of Nova Scotia. In an unplanned and yet perfectly executed manner, the trip turned out to be a perfect example of what awaits you when you go back home.
I had mentioned to my Dad that I would love to get a feed of mackerel. My cousin heard about this and offered to take the family out on his boat to go fishing. The name of his boat, "L'inscrable" translates to "bratty" or " rascal".
We had quite the haul
My father taught me how to clean mackerel.
By the end of the day, my hands still smelled of mackerel, even though I had washed them frequently. I didn't care.
My father has a small orchard behind out house. It's a "hobby" orchard but he spends his days in there, pruning and tending to it. Every fall, my parents ask my sister and I, "What do you need?" Over 20 varieties of apples, as well as peaches, plums, pears, blueberries, and so much more.
Blueberry seasons means a lot of things. The beginning of the end of summer. Mosquitoes. And nieces "helping" pick the fruit.