My parents, ages 79 and 80, drove up from Myrtle Beach area and here they are on our 8 mile bike along the St John river here in Fredericton NB.
They love our province. We had a too quick visit of 7 days. Mom suffers debilitating fear at times over covid— both spreading it or getting it. It’s a miracle she got here and a gift that she enjoyed it.
I’m so blessed to have flexible work, so we had most hours together.
The two small stones are all that is left of a hundred? or so who decided to establish Fredericton in mid 1700’s. Apparently most died of exposure. All they had were tents and make shift huts. The cold would have been brutal here. I find it troubling that the modern stone delineating this place is a mess. I’ve a keen interest in old graves, their art and the history they supply.
This church is in the country beside an apple orchard. Dad, ma and I picked a big bag. The resulting applesauce was amazing.
I put down my Hollow-ween rug to create a dog rug for my sister-in-law for Christmas. I didn’t have the proper rust colour for “Stella” so I married colours in the dye bath yesterday and it worked very well.