06/23/2026
I grew up covered in sand, nightly tick checks from long hours in tall grass and climbing trees, ocean water in every direction where we jumped wave after wave and lakes that warmed enough from June to September there was hardly a moment I wasn’t under water. Neighbours to borrow an egg, or a 1/2 cup of flour, lobster on every lunch menu and even for breakfast, lupins that grew as wild weeds that filled ditches and hills with purple and pinks that matched the sunset while I whispered “Pink skies at night; sailor’s delight” 10 times a summer, and mornings of fog so thick it made my straight hair curl. We listened to the Rankin Family and danced in our kitchen and as soon as I turned 18 I left for school searching for something more to do only to find myself right back where I started with a valley honey crisp apple to sink my teeth into, a few games of 45’s, and people who feel like home.
Nova Scotia 2026
