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"Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and at once you learn how big and precious it is."
Maxim Gorky

Thursday, July 21, 2016

On not being Roy and Grace...

One of my first 'dates' with Tom was going to look at a house he was interested in buying.
A year later I moved into the house and the following year we were married there in the garden.
That was 17 1/2 years ago and now we are preparing to say goodbye to this house...
For the first 13 or so years our neighbours across the road were an older couple
named Roy and Grace Kennedy. They had lived in the house they built for 60 years.
Roy was a machinist who could make and fix all manners of things.
He had the funkiest ride-on lawn mower that used to cough and sputter and 
it would take him 2 or three days to cut his front grass of about a third of an acre.
He was a tinkerer. Always busy in his shop.
His wife Grace was a city girl from the mainland and she once told me
"I never liked it here."
Imagine living somewhere for 60 years and never liking it or at least learning to like it?!
I had my days like that here sometimes though.
Years and years ago I felt I didn't have a lot going on here.
I had left my job and friends and most of my family back in the city and even though
it was only a 45 minute drive away, I still felt a bit isolated and lonely.
So Tom had a beautiful separate 10 x 20 studio built for me.
It was my escape, my haven, my saviour in times of darkness.
It was where I went to allow my creativity to flourish, to experiment without
the need to clear it all away at supper time.
In the end I made a life here.
I made some dear dear friends.
I became involved with the yoga community, the foodie community
and started working at the local flower shop.
I became involved in the Fine Arts show and exhibited there several years in a row, 
and again made some close friends through the arts community.
From day 1 we always had a garden...
It got bigger, fuller, structures were built.
Some plants thrived, some failed...all a learning process.
Several cats have come to rest here.
We had chickens, goats, horses and bees...
And of course, for 12 years, we had Griffin...
So much a part of our landscape that I still think I see him out of the corner of my eye
lying on the porch or surveying his Kingdom from his perch on a mossy rock by the back door...
So how do you leave it all behind?
You don't.
You carry it all with you in your heart and soul.
As the Be Good Tanya's sing
"You pass through places and places pass through you.
And you carry them with you 
on the soles of your travelin' shoes"
How true!
This place will always be part of who we are.
Who we were.
Who we've become.
We hope to have someone buy it who will carry on where 
we are leaving off.
Health reasons will carry us to a more manageable home closer to the city
where we will dream up new schemes and adventures.
Different pictures will form in our heads and take us down other
dusty, intriguing roads.
It's a lesson in letting some things go.
But never the memories...the picnics in the secret garden, the walks to the lake,
the warmth of the fire on windy, wet days and snowy, quiet nights.
Big full moons through the bedroom window.
The pulse of this place is here in our hearts.
And we leave some of our own blood, sweat and tears in the soil.
Our voices may be heard in the trees.
Our laughter, the barks, meows, clucks and whinnies...
all arrive to greet whoever may unlock these doors.


Sunday, July 3, 2016


Yes, I know...I've been clearly absent form this blog of mine.
Seems like these days of a busy life I can't seem to put in the time to 
write, edit photos and post. 
Actually to put it more honestly, it's not that I can't, it's more 
like I'm just not there in that head space right now.
We are in the process of moving after 17 years here on the farm...more on that later...
and it's an all consuming task.
One other reason for my tardiness at blogs doors is that my main camera lens
seems to have crapped out on me and I have not had the time to tinker with it
or take it to have it repaired.
I am relying on my zoom lens or my phone camera for now which is somewhat limited.
But even though I seem to be in a 'moving state of mind'  I am still taking photos.
Anyway a little montage of my favourites as of late.
Hope you are all well and happy and healthy and enjoying the bliss of summer days!
 The waters off of our shores are a gorgeous shade of azure blue due to a 
rare phytoplankton bloom which surrounds itself with microscopic bits of limestone...
 For these usually dark Pacific waters, seeing this colour around here reminds me of Nicaragua...
Walks on Island view beach with my dad one morning revealed this lovely driftwood structure...
...always the walker...
These cliffs have been known to uncover ancient mammoth teeth...
The full moon amongst the trees is something I never tire of...
The dreamer in me sends myself into the clouds...
...wishing to land on all that puffiness... look down at the earth through different eyes...
This little fox sparrow by the lake one morning sending out his song...
Tiny summer mushrooms introduce themselves in the middle of the pathway...
Spotting wee spotted fawns around the place...
I am forever trying to capture the small but mighty hummingbirds...ready for take off!!...
Zooming in to the agapanthus...
...a few quick sips of nectar...
Making lavender tea for a hair rinse...after steeping for a few hours the flowers are pale...
...and the liquid a gorgeous shade of purple!!
I showed my mom a few needle felting techniques and she's a real natural! 
Here's a few of her pieces...
A little buzziness to sign off!

Ciao for now!

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

The sweetest gift....

I was outside on this glorious spring day catching up on some weeding, 
listening to the radio on my phone
when I spotted this little Orange crowned warbler sitting in a plum
tree by the pond. He sat there for quite awhile so I approached with
slow movement and he just sat there...
He allowed me so close, within inches for several minutes...
I'm not sure why he was so unafraid...
I was even able to stroke his tiny olive back.
Georgia (my cat) was luckily unaware of this little visit as she plopped down at my feet.
The tiny bird had an eye on her though
A magic moment between myself and nature
What a precious gift I was given today!