My husband and I traveled to beautiful Nova Scotia back in mid-April and I promised way back then I would share my photos. I am behind on my postings. Very. It has been a whirlwind of transitions on the homefront since we returned. Namely, Jim and I are out on our own now, running our design studio full-time. No more corporate day jobs, just us and our creativity and a whole bunch of exciting new clients. Tomorrow marks the end of our first official week in business. Still pretty blown away that this is actually happening, but it is! More on that in blog posts to come.
Meanwhile, and before these business developments were finalized, we took an eight day holiday to the incredibly remote and utterly spectacular peninsula of Nova Scotia, Canada. There is no way to fully describe the scenic wonders of this land. My words will fall short, to be sure. I'll throw out a few adjectives though just because:
Haunting. Timeless. Otherworldly. Majestic. Moody. Transportive. Neverwantedtoleave. Ever.
We landed in Halifax in the middle of a very cold, very wet, snowstorm. By morning, the snow had turned into rain and we adventured around the city for a bit, getting waterlogged as we traipsed the grounds of the deserted Citadel in our own self-guided tour. We saw guards in kilts! A noon day cannon was fired! We were stoked. And also, soaked. Then we hopped in our giant SUV (in which we felt very American, but were super grateful to have later on the trip for some raaawther adventurous semi-offroadings and one particularly terrifying drive in pitch-black, pea-soup fog) and drove southwest along the craggy coast to our rented house for the week.
I don't even know where to begin, so in completely in love with this house we were/are. I still can't fully grasp that two goons from the Midwest got to stay in an architectually significant structure, designed by a world-reknowned architect, surrounded by stunning natural beauty, literally at the ends of the earth. Yes. Each morning, upon waking in the brilliant silence on our hilltop, I would look out the gigantic picture windows and just start weeping it was so beautiful. Inside and out. Outside and in. The house. The land. I mean, does it get any better? I wish upon stars upon stars that we have the opportunity to go back someday and experience it all over again.
This view is part of the main room of the house. Cozy doesn't begin to describe it. A wood burning fireplace sits just out of frame, and we used that monster all but one evening of our stay. We cooked up a storm. We cuddled a lot. We read and watched cheesy Canadian tv. There were hikes and beach trips. Long drives and lighthouses. One clear night, we had a whole sky full of stars, just for us. At least it felt like that. The pair of us, on our cliffside hilltop, no one else for miles. What a thing.
I'll end here for now, but I'll be sharing more stories from our week in the Maritimes soon. For tonight, I hope I dream of the sea and the stars. :)