columbine, clans & kilts

beautiful, if not a bit fussy, columbine - from the back gardens at 29 Black Street

I'm being serenaded by pipe & drum bands as I type this - there's nothing sweeter. I'm of Scottish heritage & something in my cells causes goose bumps & chills when I hear this music.

It's July 1st - Canada Day & the Gathering of the Clans celebration in our little village.
A day of kilts & bagpipes. Highland dancing & Scottish games. Crowds & cottoncandy.
Fish & chips & fireworks. Carnival rides, a parade, plenty of flag waving ... & fun.

We've decided to stay home and stick it out this year, last year we got outta dodge for the better part of the day touring along the Fundy coast through Joggins, Parrsborough, Five Islands & more. But after yesterday's trip to the nearby town for a mini hardware store & grocery shop & my postal clerk interview ... we decided to stay close to home. There's yard work to do, firewood splendidness happenin', gardening, napping, reading ... Hey !! it's a holiday !

My interview went very well I thought. As good as good could be and the 2 people interviewing me were both charismatic & lovely. Thanks for all the crossing of toes, paws & fingers ;-)

and right back at ya N. for reminding me to get my funk on ... merci !! + speaking of funk.
I was young, impressionable & oh my, I so knew all the words (& moves) to this great song