At the Manor, there are 48 suites with two or one-bedrooms and bachelor suits. Most of the people who live here are immigrants from the Chez Republic, Bosnia, India, Ireland, Iran, Korea, Japan, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Russia, Serbia, Sweden, Yugoslavia and other countries that I can’t think of.
I am one of them.
The Birdhouse took over by bees.
Now, we are citizens of Canada. We made The Manor our home.
“O Canada, our home and native land” is the first line of our National Anthem.
Front entrance rock garden.
The residents here are lovely, approachable and pleasant. We enjoy chatting from the balcony, window or entranceway as I potter around the garden. I must admit the garden is an icebreaker for many, even from passersby.
Bloom where you are planted.
One of the tenants took up photography and had a field day taking macro shots of all the flowers in the garden. The end product was framed and gifted to our lovely manager of the building.
When I cut flowers from my hard-earned gardening, these go to the manager as well.
Our Doors.
From single to couple to third-generation residency, I’ve witnessed them. Most of these people love to have their family around living in the same roof. It’s good to see a couple having a child or two and be able to bring a surviving parent to add the responsibility of taking care of their children.
Of course, I get to play with the children when they were younger in the garden.
The Blue Room
Kindness plays a big important role in living in this community. If you are unkind, who else will help you but your neighbour?
I must admit I find myself special because the manager allowed me to paint my suite when I had one of my episodes on mental breakdown. The activity kept my focus away from living in my head.
The end result was brilliant.
Pistachio green paint in the living room, kitchen and hallway. A hint of a rose colour for the bathroom. Skyblue for my bedroom to calm me down.
Oh, these little things, I am grateful.
This sounds like a wonderful place to live, Perpetua. And you are special. Glad it was recognized.
Staying here is more than winning the jackpot, Lois. Most places are run by property management that makes the place appear institutional. A touch of humanity prevails here.
Lovely rock garden. Thoughtful gift to your manager of the building. 🙂
Thanks, Amy. It took me a long time to make the plants thrive in that rock.
It sounds like a lovely collection of neighbors Perpetua and more importantly like a warm, comfortable environment for you and your 4-legged friend(s). Thanks for sharing it with us.
It’s definitely is a united nation at The Manor, Tina.
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that expression about blooming where you are planted. We often can’t control the circumstances around us, but we can choose our attitude.
It appears that you have developed a strong supportive community around you and it doesn’t get much better than that 🙂
It helps when we have a great manager in the building and privately owned complex. Beats living a business run complex. People are so humble, generous and caring.