Time, Time is something I have been thinking about a lot
lately; something that i never seem to have enough of. These thoughts have been incited these in different ways.
As the spring weather warms the soil here in Nova Scotia,
one of the beautiful surprises that are popping up everywhere are daffodils.
Daffodils bring me back to my childhood in BC. Our farm was surrounded by bush,
creeks, and gullies; our own little paradise to grow up. Amongst all this was
one patch of daffodils. Each spring we would rediscover this patch, watch them
grow, bloom, and eventually pick and bring the flowers home. My childhood is
filled with many precious memories, but even at a young age I wanted to grow
up. There is something about being young that makes you desire to be older; a
preschooler desires to go to school; younger children often emulate or imitate
their older siblings, much to their siblings dismay, even at our age many
people look forward and plan for retirement. But this trend struck me, when I heard the Bryan
Adams song: The Best was yet to Come.
What if the best has already come? From where I sit, looking back, If I could give
one piece of advice, it would be this: Don’t wait for the best to come, choose
to live as if today is the best time of your life.
This week was Mary Ann’s birthday, her 33rd I
think. Her first and best birthday in Nova Scotia. In this setting we were reflecting
on what were we doing last year? Last year, (so we thought, actually it was two
years ago) I flew to BC with two friends to look for a piece of land for a … you
guessed it – a campground. It is amazing
the twists and turns that life takes you. A year ago we had no idea what our
future had in store Sitting in on shores
of the Bay of Fundy celebrating a birthday with old/new/good friends was something
we could not have imagined a year ago. Spending an hour and half at the bay of
Fundy we were finally awed by the world renowned tide. When we arrived there
was a land bridge to two small islands where the seals where sunning themselves,
in 90 short minutes not only was the land bridge immersed, but so where both
islands; amazing to think that the tide was still rising for another 3 hours.
This cycle continues twice a day everyday – millions upon millions gallons.
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| A seal basking in the sun |
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| Same island 90min later |
We ended the day watching the sun set. It set slowly,
but once the water met up with the sun it sunk below the waves in seconds. Time
has a way creeping on each one us quicker then we like, thankfully the author
of time has already our story written.
As the spring weather warms the soil here in Nova Scotia,
one of the beautiful surprises that are popping up everywhere are daffodils.
Daffodils bring me back to my childhood in BC. Our farm was surrounded by bush,
creeks, and gullies; our own little paradise to grow up. Amongst all this was
one patch of daffodils. Each spring we would rediscover this patch, watch them
grow, bloom, and eventually pick and bring the flowers home. My childhood is
filled with many precious memories, but even at a young age I wanted to grow
up. There is something about being young that makes you desire to be older; a
preschooler desires to go to school; younger children often emulate or imitate
their older siblings, much to their siblings dismay, even at our age many
people look forward and plan for retirement. But this trend struck me, when I heard the Bryan
Adams song: The Best was yet to Come.
What if the best has already come? From where I sit, looking back, If I could give
one piece of advice, it would be this: Don’t wait for the best to come, choose
to live as if today is the best time of your life. 
Dad you have an incredible talent with these blogs and it is something that I look forward to reading right after you write them. You have an amazing was of incorporating your talents into your thoughts. Keep up the good work :)
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