"Never heard tell" is an expression we have heard now and then since we moved to Nova Scotia. I'm not sure if it's a Nova Scotian expression, or a turn of phrase that's used by people living "in the country"...or if it's an expression unique to "country" people living in Nova Scotia. In any case, I've heard it quite a bit since moving here.
Last week was garbage week at our place...something that happens once every 2 weeks around here. We have a rather long driveway (1/2 mile) so it's not just a simple carry the bag to the street. We load the recyclables and garbage up in our little ATV trailer or in the back of the SUV and drive it down. But last week our garbage wasn't picked up on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Or Thursday. So I called the municipal office and got passed around to a few people and was finally told that our road was closed to truck traffic. Well, I never heard tell of this before!
Apparently it's a common thing out here in the country. Spring brings soft roads and spring brings "no trucks over 5000 kg" signs. And spring brings no garbage pick up for people on dirt roads. I loaded the garbage back in the car, and drove it back to the house. I was told to take the garbage out to the closest paved road on the next garbage day and leave it on the side of the road.
Our neighbours tell us this usually happens every spring, but for some reason it didn't happen last year (our first spring here). But as fast as the signs get put up, they get taken down. I snapped the photo of this sign on Saturday (the red barn in the background is the home of the sheep that I'm so fond of and take many photos of) and today the signs were gone.
Never a dull moment around here.