Two miles beyond lies Wolfville through the apple orchards, which in their June-time blooming remind one of the newer though vaster California fruit valleys. Rows of trees, leagues long, ascend the breast of South Mountain and advance into the plain that reaches to the Gaspereau.[1] This expanse of orchard-land is the northern division of the great apple domain which extends through the Annapolis Valley.
The vale of the Gaspereau, inspiration of unnumbered sonneteers, is best viewed from the road which mounts northward to Wolfville. Ranks of shimmering trees, squares of green and yellow fields, groups of large barns and small white houses compose a scene which a Rasselas might covet. This valley is peculiarly Nova Scotian. It has no startling cliffs nor rushing waters. Threaded by
A grievous stream, that to and fro
Athrough the fields of Acadie
Goes wandering,
it spreads in peaceful plenitude to overlooking heights, which in turn survey other pastorals and meandering rivers, so that all this part of the province may be said to form a park of valleys, mellow, opulent, exhaling a perfume of legend and romance.
Wolfville was originally called "Mud Creek"
- ↑ The original French spelling is gasparot, an ale-wife. The ale-wife is a fish resembling a herring which is found in great numbers in certain parts of Nova Scotia.
