Sunday, April 19, 2015

A Evening Walk in the Woods



My husband and I often walk after dinner. In the winter months there isn't much to see, unlike now when the light lingers on and delight lurks around every corner. 

We walk along our neighbourhood streets then onto paths through green spaces. The distance is somewhere between a kilometre and a mile, we think. 
 

 At this time of year fawn lilies bloom, their shy faces pointing downwards. I crouch low and tilt my camera up to capture its delicate structure. Bluebells grow in clusters, always beautiful. I noticed this pink flower recently, but haven't been able to identify it. Do you know what it might be?

edited Monday evening: Thanks to Vee and Materfamilias for pointing me in the right direction - Lunaria or Money Plant it is. I now remember seeing the round "coins" in the same woods last fall. 



Through the woods and onto a quiet street. The tree above is full of white blossoms and one lone branch of pink.
 

Up and around through another wooded trail. I had tucked a plastic bag into my pocket hoping that the lilac bush was blooming. We clipped a few branches and they will grace the mantel for about a week, filling the air with sweetness.
 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Spring Greens



Government House is the residence of the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia - the Queen's representative in our province. The house is open for tours just one Saturday per month, or by special request. 

But the grounds are open every day (almost) from sunrise to sunset. Last Monday we strolled through the gardens. There is much to admire at this time of year - rhododendrons, camas lilies, fawn lilies, daffodils and tulips. 
  

What really caught my eye was spring green. It's such a fresh color, new to the world and full of eager brightness and vigor. Unfurling ferns and emerging leaves are the perfect foil for spring blossoms. 
 

These magnificent tulips caught my eye, too. So rich looking, don't you think?

Linking to Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage. 

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Where Time Stands Still



Imagine a small island in a very big sea. Rocky cliffs on the south are carved by waves beating against the shore. Gnarled trees stand as witness to the prevailing winds.

A different world exists on the northern exposure. Sheltered by a larger island a mere canoe ride away, the land slopes into gentle bays where shellfish cling to rocks. Ducks and gulls paddle and dive for food. 
 

 Just steps from the water, a family once lived in a white wooden house with green shutters, and planted an apple orchard and a large strawberry garden. Years passed. The family drifted off the island and the land became a park.


The house drowses now in the sunshine, shut up tightly against the winter rains, waiting to open in summer when descendants of the original owners come to stay and provide information for boaters who stop by.

I stand in the long green grass and listen to hundreds of bees in the blossoms, busy about their work, unmindful of time and its effects. I think of all the bees that have buzzed over millenia and of the women who have stood, listening, while the warmth of the spring sun caresses hair and head. We hold that in common, those women and I: the desire to be in the moment, to take note of the change of seasons, of the aching beauty of our planet that is so often at odds with the horrors mankind inflicts upon it and upon each other.


A chorus line of daisies smiles up at me from the grass, innocent and cheerful regardless of any acknowledgement or scorn.
 

Grape hyacinths stand tall under an apple tree. Who planted them, I wonder? Did a child collect short stems in chubby hands and bring them as a gift to her mother?

 
Clumps of bluebells sway gently. In the cold morning a sleeping bee loses his grip and falls off his perch. He'll sleep until the sun's warmth awakens him and then he'll be about his work.



Flowering red currant is a spring time sight, beautiful bits of color among the forest's greens. We talk, we laugh, we explore. The past is very present. Time is suspended as we wander in wonder.



Russell Island is equally as beautiful in the spring as it is in the fall, featured here.

Monday, April 06, 2015

Out on the Water



Choppy waters and clouds on Saturday morning gave way to sunshine and smooth seas by noon. Russell Island, not too far away, was a great choice for our first boating outing of the season.  


On the more exposed south-east side of the island, waves rushed against the rocks, white foam subsiding into blue. 


Out in the channel the beaten metal water reflects light and cloud. In the distance a BC Ferry slips behind an island enroute to Victoria.
 

Driftwood lies on white shell beaches. Its crevices fill with bits of broken shells and stones that change places with every flow and ebb of the tide.
 

Tidal pools are fascinating places, filled with all sorts of sea life and the detritus left behind when clams and mussels are eaten by birds and other creatures.
 

A smaller ferry passes by enroute to Salt Spring Island. Soft focus moss in the foreground covers the rocks. 

After walking around the island (more photos to come later), we headed back to the boat for lunch, enjoying the lulling motion of the waves and the warm sunshine. A perfect start to spring and summer.

Linking to Mosaic Monday hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage. 

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Easter Joy!



Christ is Risen!

Saturday, April 04, 2015

The Saturday Between



Just popping in on Saturday afternoon. We spent the day on the boat with Tim's sister and brother-in-law, and brought Little Miss A along, too. Now we're home and I'm starting to think about Easter dinner tomorrow. Soup's in the crockpot for this evening. I prepared the table center piece yesterday with flowers from around the yard. Can you believe that bluebells are in bloom already?
 

Yesterday the house filled with the scent of citrus flavored yeast dough. Paska is a traditional Easter bread from my childhood. It was delicious! I used Judy's recipe from the Mennonite Girls Can Cook blog.

Time to head back into the kitchen. Wishing you all a most blessed Easter.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

An Explosion of Bunnies



When I saw Ikat Bag's sweet bunny tutorial on Sew Mama Sew last year, I pinned it immediately, knowing I wanted to make a few for the little people I love. I managed to complete the bunnies themselves, 7 of them, during spring break. Cute, cute, cute. 
 

Bunnies do get tired, though, and last night (when I should have been marking papers) I made little sleeping bags for the bunnies. Even cuter! Why 7 bunnies you might ask? 

I thought that it would be more fun for the little girls to have a pair of bunnies - so the bunnies could go hopping around together. Added play value. For the little Mister F I made just one bunny since he's not into the concept of friends yet. And then there were two leftover - for Nana! I'll keep them here for play time when the grands visit.
 

"Hey, Nana," say the bunnies. "When we wake up from our naps, we get hungry!" 

Tonight's plan is to make carrots in little bags, and possibly skirts for the girls' bunnies. Nothing like the last minute for productivity!