So what do you do when it rains and rains and rains? You eat, and when you feel like putting on rain boots, slickers, gloves and hats, you venture out with Honey and take a few pictures of our wee babbling brook, MacAskill Brook, which is now a roaring swirl of fast moving water. It's been raining for weeks but the last three days it's been pouring almost non-stop. The bridge in Ingonish has washed out which means that all traffic heading north along the Cabot Trail is being turned back to find it's way to Ingonish via Margaree and Cheticamp. That's one hell of a detour. We checked out the snarl in and around Sarnia, ON and realized that if our rain had been snow, that's what it would have looked like, or worse. Andy and I took a drive along our roads this afternoon to see North River, Barrachois River and Indian Brook all overflowing their banks and in some areas, crossing roads and undermining roadsides. Islands have disappeared and a huge stone and rock berm along the ocean has been breached leaving a new opening -- an alternative mouth -- for the Barrachois River to pass into the ocean. The rain will continue through today and tomorrow before it turns cold and we can expect some snow.
This weekend we decided it was time to have our first haunch of venison. I cut the remaining red cabbage in the garden (braised it with apples, raisins, wine and bacon) and pulled the last of the beets; along with roasted red potatoes, Andy's famous Bordelaise sauce (shallots, lemon, butter, red wine, meat drippings and parsley) and a few hot baguettes, a late harvest feast was served. I strung a few holiday lights to tart up the house, invited some friends, opened a few bottles of good wine (thanks Loretta & Jerry) and bingo-bongo we forgot the dark days and the rain for a time.
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