Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Postcard #5: Annapolis Royal



The years of history come alive here. Wars in Europe directly affected this land that changed hands numerous times over 400 years of European habitation. 

What we saw today:  remnants of French and British military occupation - a most lovely historical garden that had me wanting to move here just to work in it - a  reconstruction of the first settlement in 1604 complete with interpreters wearing period costume. 

Wild winds blew from a cloudy sky. No rain. In the garden the wind tossed the branches of oaks and maples. Sibilant whispers of leaves. Wafts of lilacs, purple, white, deep violet. Rhododendrons. I didn't want to leave. 

13 comments:

  1. You put us right there with you; good writing and a word to look up! :-)

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  2. Thank you for sharing your thoughts as you travel. I enjoyed your comments on your grandfathers and will look forward to reading more postcards.

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  3. Ha-ha! I agree with Podso. I just looked up the word sibilant. :) Have a great day. Tammy

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  4. Great post my dear xx

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  5. Those rhododendrons are stunning ~ !

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  6. Loving your postcards, Lorrie, what a fab trip we're on!

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  7. Beautiful garden . . . I'm so happy that you had such a lovely time :)

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  8. Thanks for giving us glimpses of your experience...nothing like following a spring or a story.

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  9. Another delightful postcard -- thank you!

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  10. The Annapolis Valley is such a beautiful area. My great great's came from there to New Brunswick. I'm enjoying your postcards very much.

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  11. Beautiful - sounds like a perfect place to visit

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  12. Sounds as though it was fascinating! I am really enjoying your postcards and seeing this rhododendron! xx

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