On Mags, the wonders of an English accent, and the charm of Mother Nature

I’m not really sure what it is about an English accent that makes a person sound more intelligent, but there’s definitely something about it. I would have cast it off as a personal observation, but after performing very scientific research on the matter (asking many of my friends and some guests) the consensus is that English accents make people sound more intelligent and can sometimes make people more attractive….but that’s a completely different subject for an entirely different blog.

I bring this up, because today marks the one month Anniversary of my birthday whale watching excursion with Margaret (aka Mags). Margaret was a guest of ours form Kent, England who had traveled to Dominica with her daughter that was working in Barbados at the time. Margaret possessed everything that one would ever hope for in an English grandmother: She used words like “lovely” and “delightful,” called her bathing suit a “costume” her pants “trousers,” adored animals (especially birds), and had a genuine positive spirit that was an absolute delight to be around.…She was really quite lovely….

As I previously mentioned, Margaret is particularly fond of birds and I caught her adoring the birds of Dominica on a few different occasions…which essentially is the reason I began adoring her. We first met when our paths crossed on the walk to our respective cottages and we struck up a friendly conversation. A little bird began to hover in a nearby bush and in mid-sentence Margaret momentarily paused to admire the bird and then said, “Oh,isn’t that just lovely” and picked up the conversation exactly where she had left off…it was at that moment that I thought she was just lovely.

I am very grateful that our paths crossed that day, and we went whale watching to celebrate our September birthdays that were coincidentally a day apart. Before we left for the birthday excursion Margaret has asked me if I had ever seen whales before: I casually told her that I had seen them once in New England and once in Alaska. She then proceeded to tell me how fortunate I was, and that her birthday wish was to see one on our excursion (so cute). Chalk that up to one more thing I had taken for granted, for I had never considered myself lucky to have seen whales. Today, I feel fortunate for not only the opportunities to go whale watching, but to have also met Margaret whose youthful love of birds, butterflies, whales, and all things nature was quite contagious and gave me a whole new set of eyes to look at Mother Nature through. So for that, I say "Thanks Mags!"

Thanks for reading, and have a lovely, delightful, and charming day.

Until the next adventure,
Voula