As organized as I attempted to be I’ve been my own worst liability with labels lacking or being simply lackadaisical such as ‘kitchen thingies’.
Needing to unwind from the exhausting endlessness of unpacking we took a time out and headed into ‘town’. To even utter the words ‘going to town’ has been as new as disorienting as hearing the sounds of crickets & frogs as well the sights of wild turkeys and driving past farm machinery. Although born in a tiny Saskatchewan town I grew up a city girl in the suburbs of Vancouver before having called Ottawa home for the past near decade.
Now this evening in the dimness of a summers dusk we walked down King Street, in what is now my home in the historic Fort Town of Prescott, Ontario.
Strolling down the sidewalk what first caught my attention was an eclectic collection including a community piano. Curious to its quaintness having peeked through the front window panes I’ll admit to giddy hand clapping as I gasp in excitement.
After dragging my partner by his hand into the shops entry I stopped in transfixed awe. As a lover of books this beautifully bound mixture of history, heritage and heart is as much a gem as a gift.
I feel a kindred connection in such a space as well a reminder we can respect the past while revelling in the future.
My thanks to the manager for his kindness as well his efforts to maintain such a business in the day of big box and bargains.
Rested and relaxed I must return now to the unpacking of unmarked bins and boxes. Should a further rest break be required, I’ll drive into town and seek respite amongst chandelier graced shelves of a certain tiny shop on King Street, Prescott.
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