A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses. In our backyard, the fragrance is clinging to the air. Summer is so good.
There is a new watering hole on Hornby and it's been packed since its opening. Right outside our dining room window, the antics of these thirsty daredevils' fierce sibling rivalry keep me rapt with focused attention.
Waking up in the middle a Hornby night is easily forgiven when I am met with amusement. Like last night when I looked up in the near absolute darkness to watch the moon blush red hot.
I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing.
And so now I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down on the grass. I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.
On Hornby Island, everyone knows Galleon Beach is famous for its sunsets. People gather in droves to watch the sun dip behind Vancouver Island and celebrate the beginning of the night. But over here on the east facing side of the island we share the secret pleasure of sunrise; the meditative start to the day and the mounting excitement as the sun climbs into the sky over the mirror of the sea. Seeing nature electrify the day inspires me to do the same, making sure I give just as good as I got.
A good friend challenged me to go to Helliwell and look away from the grandeur to take in the smaller beauty instead. I must admit it was difficult task especially on a sunny day in February when the towering mountains on Vancouver Island were covered with fresh snow. But pretty soon my eyes readjusted and I could see the merit in her request.
I'm slowly realizing a west coast secret; there is nothing like walking inside the storm. The combined thrill of wind pushing you and cold rain washing your face, the surf filling your ears and nothing but grey in sight. As a kid my mom never let me outside during the rain. This feels like my second chance to finally get out and play.
One of our best New Year's resolutions is promising ourselves to get outside everyday this year. I'm learning that there really is no bad day at the beach. The fresh sea air, the solitude, the lunar landscape and the quiet rush of the wind and surf make our local beach a soothing salve for the winter doldrums.
No one has ever accused us of being trailblazers. So you can imagine our laughter and delight when, after living here four years, we finally discovered the web of trails that lead up the mountain and across the island right behind our home and across Central Road. Literally five minutes out our front door and you are lost to the world and immersed into the beauty of the forest. Before this startling revelation I had been driving half way across the island to start my hikes. Makes me wonder what else besides the mountain is lurking behind my corner.
The entrance of trails is graced by our friend Graham's painting. An inviting a marker as ever there was one.
Our tiny island just got a lot bigger for me. Hilarious!
I don't come to Helliwell as often as I'd like or would care to admit. Remarkably the sun never disappoints making it all that more incomprehensible and spectacular, especially this close to winter. Ahhh, this sweet life.