Hello from Sunday night

Does this ever happen to you with a shortened week?

There was the holiday Monday this week and I keep feeling like it isn’t Sunday today.

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Or maybe the shortened work week has been so intense, that I felt a little like I was going in two different directions at the same time, (boy I really could use another weekend), and consequently, there has been very little art happening round here.

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So, half way thru October and some plants are really pushing past their prime now, aren’t they?

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While other plants are just coming into it.

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I’m still not ready to give up the Indian summer yet, even though I can quite definitely see that it’s over, I’m still hanging on to it with as much hope as I can and with lovely sunny things like olives, which always remind me of warm France, but I’m so happy that the “r” months now are fine for mussels, another absolute favourite of mine. Does anybody still believe in that myth about not eating shellfish in months which don’t have an “r” in them?

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At home, I’m over the bright colours of summer and feeling a more subdued, neutral tone. I’m also taking more time to read, and am rummaging thru my library, my friend’s books stashes and my favourite book haunts for new, lovely books to read. It’s so lovely to start to cocoon at home with books and quilts and open fires and early evenings. I’m sort of looking forward to the long winter nights, but I’m sure I’ll be feeling differently by the middle of winter.

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Today the weather in my part of town, (right under the mountains), was that sort of grey/black gloomness which bunches up the clouds and dashes them against the mountains, that kind of unpredictability the west coast is best knows for, but on the other side of town, beside the river delta, there was sun and scattered clouds. So a walk at the river it was. A walk by the old fishing village, in the warm wind and weak sun.

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And just now, the sky is full of hundreds of snow geese returning, some 20,000 strong, returning to the delta for the sun and the mild, escaping the harsh, just as I’m beginning to welcome the cooler seasons.

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Sharing with Judith and the mosaic bunch. :D

Photo challenges: Autumn colour and refraction

It’s been rainy here on the West Coast, but there’s still enough light to cause a refraction in the Murano vase holding garden dahlias. :D

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For the WordPress photo challenge: Refraction and Photo Friday: Autumn Colour

Back to Princeton, (part two-ish)

It takes about thirty seconds after one sits down for a dog to find a lap.

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Dachshunds, Nash, Eddie and Baxter, are generally lap dogs Coco the Wookie thinks she is too, so tea, coffee and reading always include a dog nose in your book or cup.

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And while they ran around with the big dogs and barked at and charged any visiting squirrel, sometimes their short little legs need a helping hand.

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Margot trained as a farrier, and has hung some of her horseshoes into a funky wind chime.

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There is plenty of wood for open fires to keep the cabin warm and heat the area around the fire pit.

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There are plenty of games at the cabin. Some I’ve never heard of, like Settlers of Catan, which six of the twenty-somethings played for hours in the evening, and some like Guess Who and Crib, which are old favourites. And while those games may stay on the shelf in the city, there’s always time to play them at the cabin.

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And the horses, General and Levi, were in their element up there. They do come back to the city after the weekend, but the glorious freedom of those meadows, forests and open country, will stay in their hearts till they come back to the cabin again.

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And so was Lizzy…who thinks she’s one of the small dogs. Chloe thinks she’s a divine creature, and she certainly looks it, with her big blue eyes and silky coat.

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This weekend, our friend’s cabin, this beautiful semi-arid, meadow and forest country of sage brush, yellow pines, deers and owls, was such a welcome break from the hectic city. We got the rest we so desperately needed and were able to forget our worries for a while, and that is priceless.

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We must leave this place and go back to the city now, but we will take this country back with us in our hearts.

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Got even further out of town to Hedley.

Years ago, before a faster, more direct road was built to the interior of BC, my family and I used to travel this way.

This was years before Chloe was born, but I remembered the road beside the river and the charming little towns along the way. Sunday afternoon I asked Chloe if she’d like to come explore with me.

She said yes.

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So we jumped in the car, stopped by the river to pick some late wildflowers, and followed the highway beside the river for 25km.

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I found the little town I was after. This is Hedley.

It’s built under an old gold mine and has about fifty lovely little houses, two streets, three restaurants, four stores, one old saloon style hotel and a yard sale.

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We asked the ladies of the yard sale where to walk and what to see. They sent us down the street to visit Rod.

We found Rod’s funky junk and anything store and said hello. Rod was sifting thru a gold pan with loads if little gold flecks and he was putting the gold flecks into a tiny glass bottle.

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He said, “do you ladies want to see something special?” We said, “sure we do!” He opened a door and said, “step inside and close the door behind you.” He turned on some black lights and we were standing in his amazing imaginary universe. It was the most surreal moment. Gorgeous futuristic buildings and paintings straight out of Rod’s imagination made for the most amazing out of this world experience. There was no way to truly capture the moment with a photo but I tried.

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We walked around, looked at everything and mentally moved into several of the charming little houses and imagined what a summer cottage in this town would feel like.

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Oh, and, I bought a paint by number set from the ladies at the yard sale for $2.50. I’ve never done a paint by number because it’s a cultural thing and I didn’t grow up in North America, but boy is it a lot of fun. :D

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Got out of town, Princeton, part one

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Hi everyone, it’s Monday night and I just drove into my dreary, rainy city of black forests and snow capped mountains, but my spirits are full of gold leaves and small towns, grasslands, rivers and lakes.

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Chloe and I spent the long Thanksgiving weekend at our friend’s cabin, with five parental units, seven 20-somethings, six dogs, two cats, two horses and one huge roast turkey.

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How lucky were we to have a weekend of horsey kisses, campfire chats, table games, late evening silly movies and chilly morning breakfasts?

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Very lucky indeed. More tomorrow. :D

Challenges! WordPress and Photo Friday

Dreamy and Blur.

A photo of a gentle, autumnal morning. Gone in the next rain. Gone in a blur. :D

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A little catch up…cause I can’t think of a better title

Well then, fall has well and truly landed on the West Coast.

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There are much fewer days of sunshine and this means that there is a greater need to get out into the garden for as much of it as possible.

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The garden is still going strong with cool weather crops, but I do think that fate has been a bit cruel to my Brussels sprouts. They are full of aphids and have grown to tiny, one centimetre balls. Hmm, so much for organic sprouts. I did spray them with soapy water, but being away all summer hasn’t helped. Oh well, win some lose some. (I’ll spare you the gruesome photos)

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Other parts of the garden are wonderful though. What do we think of the beautyberry, (Callicarpa)? I can’t make up my mind if I like it or not. Three small bushes came with the house and garden. Is it me or do purple berries just seem to shout out “I AM POISON” as a rule? (Although I know they aren’t.)

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Sunflowers are so worth growing, aren’t they?

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Not only are they lovely, majestic reminders of the most beautiful of van Gogh and France, they make such wonderful fall playgrounds for all sorts of wildlife.

This little chickadee keeps visiting and doesn’t mind us or the cats at all. Chloe got really close to him…like directly underneath the sunflower… and kept snapping photos. He gave her a look, as if to say, “yeah? you and whose army?” and kept pecking out the seeds. I guess he owns the garden.

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So now it’s evening and C and I have planted fifty yellow tulips, twenty dwarf irises and gathered a bunch of kale leaves for kale chips to eat in front of the telly tonight.

And, I just bought a 60″ Sony…yes I did! To replace my father’s old, hand-me-down, ancient plasma, which emits a high pitched squeal and burns a thousand kilowatts per hour, (marginal exaggeration), and some decent shows are on now, so I think we might stream something and cocoon.

What’s everybody watching these days? I’m liking this silly Manhattan Love Story and really liking Scorpion, as well as all the favourite returning shows. Gosh I feel spoiled for choice.

One day away from the weekend! Cant come fast enough this week for me. :D

Big hugs, and I hope your Friday just flies by and you’re relaxing into the weekend in no time.

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Hello from Sunday night

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Breath comes in hard gulps. Hiking up the trail to the white pine before the rains come again. That’s autumn round here. The week world is made of city and mountain. Warm patio sun traps and city sized gardens, and cool mountain air, fresh pine smell and spongy trails.

On these rare breaks form the rain, I hike up the mountain to sit at the base of the white pine in the forest high above the city and absorb the calm.

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When there’s more time, there’s a break to the country.

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Misty mornings give way to sunny afternoons. Garden centres, little boutiques, lunch outside on a restaurant patio.
Country charm and country calm.

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And then, like the busy bees, back to Monday and back to work and, quite probably, back to the rain.

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Sharing with Judith and the Mosaic bunch. :D

Night time, the WordPress photo challenge

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My two night times, the city and the country.
For the WordPress weekly photo challenge.

A river runs

Apparently it’s been a dry and lovely summer here on the West Coast and, while we can still believe that it’s the height of summer, there are undeniable signs of autumn all around.

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But what do we care about that on a golden Saturday as this Saturday it turning out to be?

We pick our way thru the boreal forest, around the giant cedars and firs, thru the curtain of vine maple…

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…to the aspens and the river.

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And we stick out feet right in and and balance on the slippery rocks with our toes.

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And then, when the cold, mountain water isn’t taking our breath away, we gently ease our bodies right into the river…

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…and watch as the aspens drop their leaves and float them by.

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And hours go by and the shadows lengthen and we reluctantly dry off and head out of the boreal forest for home.

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And as we walk out of the forest, the summer river seems like a memory because the signs of autumn whisper to us from all around. They are as ephemeral as a spider’s web and as real as next year’s wildflowers seeds caught within.

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But even as our thoughts turn to autumn, we will hold on to our summer river as long as we can.

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