First Snow

Baynes Sound

The payoff for our hour long trip into town.  

Summer Candy

We love to eat.  I wish I didn't use the word love so often and freely so I could reserve it for moments like this when I want to convey the enormity of what I feel.  Fresh, local, home grown, organic, hand picked, delicious.  Like these snap peas from our friend Deb's garden and the hand picked raspberries from Pam Gordon's organic farm that come with the gentle nudge to eat them today.  The colours, the flavour, the goodness, the health and luxury; simply beyond words.  Makes me happy to live here on Hornby where the clean rain, rich soil and deep soul of the growers feed more than my body.

Spring Blossoms


Our yard is a deer crossing and frequent pit spot once our apple tree starts producing.  It can certainly be frustrating but their slow movements and big eyes are so beautiful and calming.  Guests from last summer said their toddler age kids loved seeing them so close and even after living here 6 years now, I still stop to watch them.  Even our chihuahua Lucy accepts them (but I wouldn't call it love by any means).

Backyard Beauty

Out Like A Lamb

The last day of March and we are sitting on the deck admiring Spring in the backyard, grateful for the 5PM sunshine.  This time of year holds such promise for good times to come, the plethora of colour, texture, sounds, and sights of new growth.

Winter Sun

A Sunday between rainstorms is the perfect opportunity to hike around Helliwell and its stunning panorama.  Despite it being January there are signs Spring is close; eagles standing sentinel in the tall trees, serenading sea lions barking in the distance, and flocks of seagulls gathered on Flora Islet.  Signs the Herring Run is coming close.  
Warm sunshine grace the bluffs and our faces and we walk in gratitude for the good fortune of living on Hornby in the winter.  

Phipps Point

To celebrate my birthday I made my way to Phipps Point.  I drive by it every time we come home from farther afield off-island and its beauty always calls.  Today we arrived at high tide so we were held to the old dock and treated to expansive views of the mountains on Vancouver Island.  

Simple Pleasures

I never leave for the big city without country tastes from Hornby to sweeten my visit.  For my parents the walnuts collected from under our tree backyard and homemade jam, picked at the height of the summer under the August sun, for my dear friends.   Each jar is filled with the twisting and the reaching it took to gather Hornby's famous blackberries and its nice to think about them coming to their fruition. 

First Snowfall Of The Season

Winter in the country.  Like a good guest, the snow was gone in a day and no trouble whatsoever. 
It just insulates us and holds us in a deeper silence.
Everyday wonders dusted with white.

Full Moon From Our Balcony

Quick confession: I didn't take this picture.  The subtleties of taking photos of bright lights in the dark sky continue to elude me.  One of our guests this summer was kind enough to share their talent with us.  It makes me smile to imagine people enjoying our home in much the same way as we do; sitting on the balcony, staring up into the sky bordered by tall trees and immersed in the quiet of  Hornby.  It speaks to a kinship of spirit and a shared togetherness.  Many thanks to Geoff for this picture and for the generosity of spirit that comes with it.

First Swim of the Year, May 30

 I'm posting this mostly to record my utter shock.  For Michael to even attempt getting in, it has to be like bathwater.  Lucy is a little harder to convince but she watched faithfully from the shore.  And what a shoreline our local beach boasts.

 I even got up on the log.  Such a great day!