DAY
NINE
We have the most gorgeous sunrises
and sunsets here. In addition, there has
been a full moon the last two nights, the big moons that come up and seem to
fill the night sky. The moon seems to
come up just as the sun is sinking into the Bay of Fundy leaving the sky with
streaks of pink to paint the area above the bay.
We were watching the sun go down
into the bay last night, perched on some large rocks near the wharf when
suddenly a little creature popped up between the rocks. It ducked down just as fast as it popped up
and then was up again in a different place not far from the first one. It did this again and again, popping up and
then ducking down, each time poking its head out a little more. Soon, I could see that it was a little
ferret, brown in color with a white streak on his stomach. He was very cute and seemed to almost want to
play with us as we were watching him come and go.
My first inclination was to go into
the house and get some bread to throw to him but instead we just watched him as
long as he would pop up to see us and then suddenly he was gone, hiding beneath
the rocks again. We went into the house
as it was beginning to get dark and a little later I went back out to the rocks
where we had seen the ferret to see if I could spot him again. He was nowhere to be found but probably
hiding below the rocks to keep safe from predators.
What joy is often revealed in the
smallest of things, things that we often do not take notice of. We were observing the setting of the sun,
which is a big event when the sun is a big orange ball with streaks of pink and
orange and purple lighting up the sky when suddenly one of the smallest of
creatures popped up a few times as if he was trying to say hello to us. His playfulness was intriguing to us and we
wanted to see more of him but we experienced just enough to give us a happy
ending to our day as we went inside to begin to wind down for the evening.
God’s love is often revealed to us
in small ways. We may search for it in
the big things of life but often we find it when we take the time to notice the
everyday and find something contained in it that speaks to our spirits. God the Creator is at work in the world at
all times and we are not always aware of what is in store for us as we simply
learn to enjoy what is around us and who we are with. It may be something that just pops up to make
us happy when we least expect it or to remind us of the presence of God in our
lives when we do not think about it.
Today was a busy day, beginning with
a drive over to Digby to take care of the mundane things in life that must be
done to continue living…doing laundry, buying groceries, but we still took time
to drive through the community of Bear River where we had visited three years
ago. It looked much different from what
it did when we were there before. It
seems like some businesses have closed.
Things did not seem very active and we simply drove through and back out
again to go to Digby to do our chores.
We bought lobster sandwiches and ate them at the pretty park near the
harbor where we have had several picnics before. It is always clean and well cared for. You can see the fishing boats coming and
going as they take part in the busy scallop industry of the area.
We drove back to Parker’s Cove by
way of a two lane road that hugs the shores of the Bay of Fundy. It is a little slower than the main highway
but it provides beautiful views of the water and the houses lining the
shore. That is always such a nice road
to travel and takes longer but it is usually worth it, especially if you are
not in a hurry as we were not today.
We reached our cottage and put away
the groceries and had some coffee on the porch, watching the view before us
that is always fascinating although it is basically the same as the tide comes
and goes and the boats rise and fall with it. There is a campground in the distance and
vacationers also come and go and some of them walk over to the pier to fish or
to look around, bringing their dogs and kids along to survey the view. Perhaps some of them come to this area each
week for a week to relax and fish and camp as they enjoy the slower pace of
life they can find here rather than the cities where they live and work. Their campers provide most of what they need
but they also help the economy as we do purchasing food and supplies.
The harbor got busy this evening
with dump trucks coming and going constantly and a large crane digging in the
mud below the wharf while the tide was out.
We sat on the porch watching the constant parade of trucks coming and
going, each one taking a load of mud or silt or whatever that crane was digging
and dumping in their beds so that they could take it away up the hill to be
deposited elsewhere. This went on for a
couple hours as the tide began to come in view again and soon the driver of the
crane had to begin his ascent up the hill and out onto the road before he was
overtaken by the rising tide.
A sleepy fishing village can come
alive, such as it did today and for a number of hours it is a busy place as is
the rest of the world, and then, just as quickly as it became alive with
activity, it can go back to sleep again as all those involved leave to resume
their lives elsewhere. Now, as the sun
begins to go down once again, quiet is returning to Parker’s Cove and soon
darkness will overtake us until the sun rises again tomorrow.
“The sun rises and the sun goes down, and hurries to the
place where it rises. The wind blows to
the south, and goes around to the north, round and round goes the wind, and on
its circuits the wind returns. All
streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams
flow, there they continue to flow. “(Ecclesiastes 1:5-7)
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