Author Archives: bluemountainchild

I really enjoy my time volunteering at the visitor’s centre of Aldermere Farm. It’s a tiny little place about six by fifteen feet tucked into the corner of the mechanic shop building of the farm. Right off Russell Avenue it’s a relatively trafficked lane for a meandering tree-lined road between Camden and Rockport. Bikers andContinue reading “People Watching”

The harbour seal is what really tipped me off; seals being about as common to see around here as a beaver in the Old Man River – it happens but it doesn’t happen every day. There were Buffleheads abounding, a loon in the distance, and even the seagulls were relinquishing their places on the rocksContinue reading “Abundance”

One of the first things I noticed about the place upon arriving in Maine was the abundance of bumper stickers. What is rarer than a car not having a bumper sticker would be that it only have one bumper sticker. The backs of cars are laden with the expression of the owners’ likes and dislikes,Continue reading “Bumper Stickers”

Hydrogen and oxygen bind precariously together, hanging in the air, creating a barrier between me and the clock at the top of the Baptist Church that sings out each hour. This church, built in 1837 when the thought of Canada was still a gleam in Britain’s eye, expounds its hours. The estate-turned-insurance-company-office next door boastsContinue reading “Enter Fog”

The woman in the kitchen looked like a cross between my paternal grandmother and Swami Radhananda, the president and spiritual director of the Ashram. What an odd combination, I thought, as usually it’s my maternal grandmother who I get reminded of in association with things Ashram. This woman wasn’t the only person I seemed toContinue reading “Recognition”

At five years old, moving from Coaldale to eight miles out of the small town meant that not only did I have two 50 minute bus rides to and from school, but I also had long car trips where I could spend time doing one of my favourite things: reading. I would read endlessly asContinue reading “Watch and Learn”

Someone asked me where I live the other day. Well, that’s not necessarily entirely accurate to say it quite that way now is it? I get asked this question quite a bit. Living in a tourist town such as Camden the odds are about two out of three that any particular receiver of this questionContinue reading “Home”

I’m still learning all the swank features on the laptop I bought a couple of months ago. I can swipe my fingers on the trackpad and all sorts of things will happen: my desktop separates all currently open windows or I go back on the webpage I’m visiting – a variety of different events willContinue reading “Remembering”

The sun sets behind the mountain overlooking Hobb’s Pond, my favourite little swimming hole, at around 8:15. Of course it’s past the Summer Solstice now so that hour will begin to slowly inch closer and closer to the heat of the day. It’s that heat that warms the water so incredibly, making it seem asContinue reading “Time Marches On”

I walked into the main building at Merryspring Nature Centre to use the bathroom and poked my head into the office. “Hello Guenevere!” greeted me as the program director and I exchanged good mornings. Being welcomed with my first name – what an uncommon experience this past month. I haven’t been volunteering at Merryspring’s forContinue reading “Connection”