I once asked my Grandmother if she ever imagined that she would be celebrating her 95^th birthday. Without a moment’s hesitation she replied, “Max, before you know it you’ll be 80.”

I was 32 at the time and thought she was trying to be funny. She did have a wicked sense of humor. Well, that was 30 very quick years ago and now I’m just hoping she was right and I get to see 80.

Now that it is almost May, it's time to start thinking about fall. Yes, I mean fall, as in the season that follows summer... what do you mean it's too early? Go away with ya!

Seriously, I love the spring and summer and can't even begin to think past the end of the dog days of summer. Luckily we don't have to... the kind folks at the Celtic Colours International Festival are planning our fall activities for us!

Driving across from mainland Nova Scotia over the Canso Causeway, the sign on the bridge says "Welcome to Cape Breton." For the eighth time in ten years, my eyes tear up, my heart leaps, and I am back in this very special place, so dear to us. We are "from away," from New England, my husband Dan and me. We are not "Capers," but we know we are where we want to be.