Weekend road trip. Just one night away, at the beach a few hours up the road, in Parksville. Wild roses bloom on the path from the hotel down to the beach. Beautiful forms and colors.
Friends. So glad for them. We support each other through job losses, everyday problems, parental issues, aging parents, and now, one is walking through breast cancer. We talk, we laugh, we cry, we pray, we eat. Together.
Sea anemone waving underwater. One slight touch and all the tendrils pull together in protection.
A shell lies open on the sand. Afternoon shadows highlight its curved lines.
The best treasure of all - my husband.
Wide and open, this beach is full of tidal pools to explore, squishy mud between the toes, tiny crabs scurrying back and forth, and enough space that no one feels crowded. The land mass in the background is firstly Lasqueti Island, and behind it lies Texada Island. Beyond that is the mainland.
Roses nod in the sunshine.
Home again and another week beckons.
Linking to Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage Gardening.