Living on the St Lawrence River can be both very annoying (think of the fog horns at 4am) and absolutely, breathtakingly, delightful.
The bridge that joins this part of Canada with the it's counterpoint in the US amazes me. When we go to the waterfront and look across we are looking at another country! It took me over a year to get my head around that fact and it took another for the amusement and entertainment to wear thin.
This is such a quiet area of Canada. It's on the edge of Ontario, nestled between Ottawa, Montreal and Toronto. The birdsong during the summer is fascinating; I have never seen such a variety of birds and wildlife. I am constantly in love with the colours of the birds in our gardens, I am fascinated by the plants that grow here and the tortoises that wander across the road.
I know I spoke earlier of our struggle to find a home in 2012. Our time in Prescott is slowly coming around to year 3 and I wanted to take the time to think about the choice we made. In 2012, we were looking for quiet. The Canadian and I needed to breathe and this place has given us that opportunity. Slow sunrises and beautiful colours have made a beautiful backdrop for the past 3 years of our marriage.
We really don't know what is going to happen in the future, although we would love to stay put, it's impossible to know whether that's going to be a possibility. For now, I'm enjoying the beauty that is living around here and indulging myself in the slowness of living in a small town.
