On this, the last full day of our summer vacation in Cape Breton, we have been gifted a day of sunshine after many days of rain. So I end my vacation where I started it, in the hammock.

In conversation in the car today, en route to Mabou, I said:

I’m terrified of sailing, but there’s also 3% of me that’s planning to sail around the world.

Apropos of that: We Sailed Into The Middle Of The Ocean, wherein former #vanlife couple “Wild We Roam” sails from Massachusetts to Bermuda. It is, indeed, 97% terrifying and 3% “I must drop everything and do that right now.”

The perpetual quest to figure out chair leg proportions. Twice I’ve dipped my brush in my drink; I’ve yet to accidentally drink the paint water.

Sitting by the ocean on the western shore of Cape Breton. 

Blackberries are clearly at the top of the berry kingdom, and booking off this week, in this place, for this vacation was something I did, in no small way, because this is the week the blackberries ripen.

So every morning I go out to the garden, still wearing my smallclothes, to pick a bowl’s worth for breakfast.

This week we’ve traded in the gentle shores of one island for the monumental shores of another. The forecast calls for rain for every single day of our vacation, but that only serves to enhance the monumentality.

I Can’t Let Go ft. Tim Chaisson from The SIDH is a lovely song that heretofore escaped my attention.

This helpful website is a useful resource to understanding why we shouldn’t be patronizing Uline, they of the ubiquitous inch-thick catalogues of shipping supplies.

Bonus reason: your letter carrier with thank you.