By Al Mills In 1979 my parents purchased a farmhouse and an orchard field in Nova Scotia. The house had been empty for a couple of years and it showed. It was like a time capsule. In the basement was a large wood furnace and a closet full of preserves in glass bottles (most of which fell victim to plinking sessions). Dark wainscotting lined the hallways and equally dark were the banister and stairs. Upstairs […]