The Lighthouse Route in Nova Scotia is one of my favourite places in the world. Each new bit of scenery wiggles its way into my mind, jostling out, one by one, the stresses of everyday life. Leaving my mother’s cottage in East Port Medway, well-maintained rural homes swish by the windows of my Honda Fit—for once, without a child seat in the back.
“Look – forschuttia!” my husband points out the window.
“They’re forsythia,” I sigh. Continue reading