Halifax is a lovely old city.
Sister C had a conference there for four days at the end of April, beginning of May, so I tagged along.
Here are some of the many reasons to love that city.
Bookstores overflowing with books
Lovely parks. This is the Public Garden.
A place where you can actually tell your kids to go join the circus...and have them succeed.
Cool murals celebrating the city's seafaring past.
An interesting sky line.
Th Old Burying Ground, unfortunately closed for the season. My friend Mark told me I would be able to talk to ghosts, so I was understandably disappointed.
Tons of pubs with funky names.
Old churches, built when style mattered.
And while I have no pictures, the drivers were ever so polite to pedestrians. I want to go back and stay longer!!
And while she has managed to un-flatten the green watering can, the rose is finished. Funny, the only functional part of the metal can is the rose. I suspect a graft will occur.
I guess a the weight capacity of a double bed frame is considerably less than two partially full rainbarrels.
At least they had the courtesy to tip this time so they didn't have to be bailed out.
The school bus in the distance is usually meters from the shore.
I hope it doesn't get much higher than this. People around here are already starting to run out of pasture.
The new rainbarrel stand provided the perfect place to store the watering cans,
and the perfect place to squash them when they collapsed.
The tulips Ruzter and K gave me for my birthday are blooming.
And I love violets.
However the newly built rainbarrel stand could not support the weight of one small rain.
A place where you can actually tell your kids to go join the circus...and have them succeed.
Cool murals celebrating the city's seafaring past.
An interesting sky line.
Th Old Burying Ground, unfortunately closed for the season. My friend Mark told me I would be able to talk to ghosts, so I was understandably disappointed.
Old churches, built when style mattered.
