Only when the snow was five-feet deep and icicles from rooftops as big as your arm, and the bay frozen, he realised he hadn’t been paid. Like all Acadians he knew how to store. In his larder: frozen vegetables from the garden, a moose his son shot, fish he caught during the summer; lobster, crab, […]
Filed under: Sandra Bunting by akublik Date 3 June, 2010
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He didn’t seem a man for flowers. Travelling slowly to struggling farms down-river in his black suit and dark hat pulled down over his eyes, my grandfather took me by the hand and led me to the best manure piles, only horses’ would do. Deals struck to enrich the earth, encourage purple and pink blossoms, […]
Filed under: Sandra Bunting by akublik Date 31 May, 2010
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