Well, we may be a bit away from actual blossoms, but green things are growing in the garden and the crocuses have peaked up through the remaining snow in happy little purple and white clumps (in the flower beds at work). Having survived a miserable snow storm (an early April Fool's joke to be sure), with whiteout conditions, engendering a snow day, we are more than happy to see temperatures rising back above zero and the sun shining benevolently above us.
The good weather beckoned and we headed off to the dunes up by Cavendish to walk along the water and listen to the crash of the surf. Cavendish is rather ghoulish this time of year. It's the most "tourist" area of PEI, and there are happy banners and all things to entice visitors: plaster dinosaurs, mini-golf, rental cabins with swimming pools and playgrounds; ice-cream stands and beach supply stores. All this is perfectly normal in the summer. But everything is shuttered and empty, the playgrounds unused and the dinosaur stands alone, with no admirers. It's like a bad scene from a third rate horror movie. Once you get to the beach you forget about crossing the tourist waste land. There was no one there but us and a solitary person walking their dog about half a kilometre away. The sun glinted off the surf and the sound of the waves thrummed up against the red sand. Strangely, the dunes are white sand, with winter dry grass keeping the drifting sand in place. The stairs were coated with a sand drift up to the sixth or seventh stair, but there was a narrow path created by those who came before us. Walking along the crest of the dunes, looking over the ocean is so mind calmingly serene and you don't need to be there long, before you realise that any stress you might be carrying is gone. Returning to the car, the hollow echo of our boots on the board walk beat out a largato in harmony with the waves and the soughing wind. It was a great morning, if I'd only thought to bring the camera!
When we got home, I returned to the business at hand...cake business, while Ron did a version of the "mashed potato" on the driveway, trying to level the stubborn mud where the car tires had sunk in. We're both looking forward to the Easter long weekend, even though Monday isn't considered a holiday here - but maybe four days off is just being greedy. (Not that I'd turn it down.) Even though it's working out financially, it's still hard to let go of the "part-time" dream, but it's not completely gone, just delayed for a while. We're thinking of joining a local gym, but haven't made the full on commitment yet, but I can't just sit here, letting my butt expand.
That's all from the Island right now; look for cake pictures sometime next weekend...the much lauded "Midland" truck is due for Saturday.
Until next time...be well and know we think of you!