“The Lord is your keeper…” Psalm 121:5a
We have driven over 3500 miles on this trip so far and have had no major mishaps or disorders. We had a near mishap yesterday while exploring Brier Island. The island has two lighthouses, one that is on a smaller island near the south end which cannot be reached by a car since there is a small inlet that separates it from the main island. The other lighthouse, Northern Light, can be reached via a gravel road so we set out for it once we left the ferry landing and drove to where the lighthouse sits on the edge of the island looking out over the Bay of Fundy. There is the small lighthouse, a building used by the Canadian Parks Departments, and a trail that leads to an overlook covered with rocks and bushes. One trail departs to go near the water so that when high tide happens it is covered by water. The main trail leads through brushy country with wild rose bushes that are massive in size that one must go around to reach the point where sea lions are seen now and then in the distance.
We chose the brush covered trail and began to walk it, with me leading the way and Doris following with Bo in her arms. We soon discovered that there are rocks along the way hidden by the brush. One has to be very careful as one walks in that path with rocks obscured by the brush or one may have a mishap along the way. We had walked the trail a ways and I discovered the rock and stumped by shoe on it and we decided to return to the car after seeing that there were more people in the distance than we cared to encounter.
As we returned to the car and were emerging from the brushy trail, but still where there was plenty of grass, Doris hooked her foot on a rock and began to tumble. She had Bo held in her arms and as she went down she and Bo began to meet the earth and Bo let out a pitiful sounding whimper. Doris luckily landed on a grassy area and was not hurt and, although we worried about Bo for a bit, he seemed to emerge unscathed also. He was soon up and walking about and playing after we got back to the cottage.
Hazards are constantly in our paths as we negotiate life. Some are very evident but some are unseen, as the rocks along this trail were. Some were not noticed until you had hit them with your foot as you hiked along. Sometimes we were so busy looking at the beautiful scenery around us or smelling the wild roses that we failed to see the rocks in the way of our feet as we walked.
Life’s hazards will always be there but as we walk along in life we can depend on God’s grace and mercy to be with us and God’s care to guide us along. We cannot always avoid the hazards but we can know that if we fall, God will be there to catch us and help us to be lifted up again to walk another day.
Today we drove up the coast to Wolfeville passing through mostly small towns and villages, driving slowly enough to really look at them, noticing how much alike and different they are than our hometown. Most are very neat and clean with little litter anywhere. Nicely kept homes line the streets. The people we talked with were very friendly and courteous and very interested in us, in why we were visiting Nova Scotia and in what we do back home.
We stopped at a farmer’s market in Kentville. It is located right in the downtown area on a parking lot reserved for stores normally. There were several rows of stalls with merchants selling vegetable and fruits from their farms, homemade breads and pastries, and products they had made to sell. We bought two pints of blueberries, some hand cream scented with peppermint, a loaf of homemade whole wheat bread, and a colorful dress that Doris found interesting. We also bought some Indian food being sold by a nice lady at a booth. We asked where a picnic area may be and were directed out of town to an agricultural research center where there is also a picnic area.
Finding the picnic area just as we were directed, we enjoyed our Indian lunch out in nature, enjoying the cool air and beautiful scenery around us.
Returning to our cottage, we drove into the fog once again as we went over Parker’s Mountain and descended into the Cove. The fog surrounded us and enveloped all so that we could not see beyond our porch. This is not what I planned on when we envisioned our time here. I saw the sun shining brightly as we sat on the porch drinking coffee and watching nature on display before us. The fog limits what we can see in the cove before us. So, we still drank coffee and had a pastry to go with it and sat and talked about the fog and the lack of seagulls on the rock barrier in the cove. Then, continued with life and our enjoyment of where we are and what we are doing.
Fog is part of the way of life of being Nova Scotian. When you live on a piece of land mostly surrounding by water, you adapt and adjust to what is here.