Granda Roams and Then Follows His Nose

Stravagating Lower Sackville's streets—walking past homes on the crescents northeast of First Lake, striding west by businesses on the Evangeline Trail and then following his nose to Beaver Bank Road and Sackville Downs, Granda—his quadriceps still as sturdy as girders—smelled equines and leather and heard the thunder of hooves. "I knew I was home then, Sonny, " he told Seamus. "I knew I was home."

Georgic: Curious?

H. Holm photo, Nova Scotia Photo Album: Halifax

Seamus J. O'Sheehan's grandparents, accustomed to the georgic lifestyle in rural Nova Scotia, didn't warm to the notion of selling the family farm and moving closer to urban congestion, to Lower Sackville, some twenty-five clicks from Halifax.

Skirl: Sweet Music

Nova Scotia is not so far away that I can almost see the "new world Gaels," their convex cheeks puffing life into their bagpipes as they synchronize my soul with the skirl of "Amazing Grace."