Three or Four things

A few things haven't fit anywhere yet. So, before they become stale, I'd like to mention them now.

First is the anticipation of fresh green growth in springtime. So far it hasn't happened here, at least not enough to meet this "southerner's" need. Maybe that's partly why I am so glad to have planted some seeds right away. That was what I did with my first morning in Kimmirut six or seven weeks ago. Using the pots and potting soil sent up from Nova Scotia I planted organic Hope Seeds from the Annapolis Valley.

It must have been the long hours of daylight in late May but, whatever, I was rewarded with little green sprouts the very next day! It was like a miracle. You know how when you sew seeds it's impossible to resist checking on them way too often? Well, I really couldn't believe my eyes the next day. The seeds were sewn Saturday. By Sunday the kale had germinated and by Monday so had the arugula and mixed lettuce.

We eat salad every day. Bill built these perfect shelves so the plants get lots of light. Next crop will be planted outdoors in a big plastic bin as there is not enough soil locally for even a small traditional garden.

Most of the snow is gone now. So what's a fellow to do but take a spin on his motorbike with his buddy. Saturday afternoon this is what we saw whizzing by. Sure looked like fun. (In the background is a row of public housing units. Behind that is the arena.)

Easy Rider in Kimmirut. It's pretty muddy on the roads so there's not much point even worrying about it.

At 1:15 a.m. Canada Day, July 1, the sky looked like this. Sort of like a really early dawn.

The plane coming in from Iqaluit is an event. Flights are scheduled four times a week though uncertain weather causes frequent cancellations. Occasionally the approach is over our house, as shown in the next two pictures.

Bottom left corner of this next photo is the front eaves of our house. I'm not sure if the young pilots have a taste for dramatics or it's the nature of the job.

 

 

It snowed June 28th.

 

 

Last Saturday we went to the Reversing Falls to try out our new fishing rods and look for mussels. The rapids, so named because when the tide is high the water flows in the other direction, is considered a good spot for fishing Arctic Char.

By early evening there had been no bites and only a handful of mussels gathered. The duck hunters pictured above had the same kind of day. But the foggy chill of the air felt good and it was lovely to be out in it. Another fisherman must have been feeling the same way. After reeling in his line for the last time he summed it up like this: "A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work."

I'm looking forward to checking out the Nunavut Day festivities tomorrow and will definitely be taking pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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