blue and the green...
true and most noble colors,
of Nature from that Blue Divide
forged our fathers' mettle
the price for its green lands prize:
blue and green arcadia.
fitting the name Acadia!
As we approched the
shores of Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, we were surrounded with the beauty of
the 'blue and green'. It was a repeating theme thoughout our tour whether
in the ancient fishing village of La Have where Jehan first set foot or
in cosmopolitan Halifax while having lunch by the wharf. The air has a
nip, the skies are pristine. And as far as the eye can see, the land is
green... green... green!
We tried to capture
those colors as we meandered our way around the Acadian peninsula. We have
them here for you to enjoy. Certainly, it is not like being there... but
it renders a hint of the feeling... feelings associated with not only the
beauty of Acadia but also of walking the very ground that our grandfathers
walked... of seeing the same scenery... seeing and walking on the very
dikes that they built and the salt marshes which they cultivated into fertile
lands... all with the strength of their backs, the courage of their character
and conviction of their faith.
The emotions associated
with touching an object that was touched by our ancestral grandfathers,
or of walking the ground that was walked by them are complex, profound
emotions and feelings. To me, it brings a renewed sense of wonder about
their existence... their day-to-day lives... their joys and triumphs and
their sorrows and failures. Seeing the same scenery that was seen by my
ancestors brings me closer to them.
And so it was, that
My Fair Lady and I toured Nova Scotia... old Acadia. I, looking for my
ancestors and anyone who would speak french, and Rosemary looking for that
undiscovered inn, craft shop or antique. We had crossed over to Yarmouth
from another of our favorite places, Bar Harbor, Maine, another important
Acadian site and home of Acadia National Park. We hope you enjoy our photo
tour of Acadia...