Showing posts from August, 2015

A Late Summer Walk

Rain and fierce wind on Saturday gave way to washed, blue skies on Sunday. Perfect for an afternoon walk around the bog. 

There's a hint of gold in the foliage, a portent of what's just around the corner. 

Hawthorn berries are turning rich red.

Under the closed tree canopy, a cool trickle of water and dappled maple leaves could trick one into thinking summer is here to stay.

But there, against the fence, in the open, there's no doubt about the season. Today, on the last day of August, Autumn waits in the wings while Summer sings her farewell.

Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage. 

Five on Friday (or Six or Seven)

Another bloom of roses, taken earlier this week. Today they are bedraggled with the very welcome rain.

Last weekend two of the grands came over to stay while their parents went away for a couple of nights. We had a LOT of fun visiting the Children's Farm, two playgrounds, and the beach. 
We were all very tired by Sunday afternoon, and Nana took a nap after the little ones left. I realized that the rhythm of life with preschoolers has faded into the background of my mind.

Pinterest is a great place for inspiration. I found the link to this skirt pattern there and printed it out rather a long time ago. I ran across it and decided to stitch up a couple for the little Misses. The green skirt has some Richard Scarry themed fabric, and the blue has Frozen themed fabric. Catering to tastes, you know. 
Then I thought I'd make something for Mister F. More Richard Scarry fabric and a shirt pattern came together quickly. 

Signs of the season - cobwebs on the grass and spiders looking for wint…

Puttering around the House

Tomatoes are ripening fast these days. Yesterday I spent a few hours turning part of the harvest into ...

Tomato Jam! I was inspired by my eldest daughter who made some Tomato Basil Jam and gifted us a jar. Yummy with cheese and bread. I didn't have her recipe but went online and found this Tomato Jam. It's a little spicy and also very yummy with cheese and bread. Or crackers.

While on the site for Tomato Jam (Food In Jars), I came across a recipe for Zucchini Butter - a savory spread. The zucchini glut continues so I made up a batch and pronounce it just fine! I froze it in small amounts for later. Four litres of peeled, sliced peaches went into the freezer as well, great in cobblers, sauces and smoothies.

The house smells of citrus today. Yesterday the carpet cleaners came with their equipment and did a great job on the carpets. The gentleman noticed how grimy our rocking chair was looking and offered that he could clean that, too. It looks so much better now. 

The chair is a L…

Beauty in the Rain

Not every day of our boating trip a few weeks ago was sunny. The day we planned to go up Toba Inlet was more than drizzly. Rain fell in hard splatters on the boat. Visibility was limited. Still, in between gusts of wind and clouds of rain, I managed a few photos. 

The sides of the fjord rise steeply from the water and fall equally steep below the surface. 

Mist hung heavy in the valleys, but lifted occasionally to reveal muted greens of forest and sea.

We anchored in Brem Bay where the river joins the inlet. Grizzly bears live here and we saw one cross the river. It was a good morning for sipping on hot chocolate while we waited for more bears. They never showed. Perhaps they, too, were hunkering down somewhere in the rain.

When the rain stopped for a bit, we took the dinghy and went up river a little ways. The landscape looked almost tropical with hanging mosses and lush ferns. 

After deciding the bears were not going to cooperate, we headed further up the inlet to see the waterfalls we&#…

Walsh Cove - A bit of the Caribbean in the Northwest

Azure. Turquoise. Cobalt. Ultramarine. Sapphire. Water in every possible colour and then some.

We chug up Waddington Channel. Light glints off the water. Sky, sea, mountains meld in harmony to fill our senses. We tuck in behind the Gorges Islets.

Waddington Channel flows between East and West Redonda Islands. The islands thrust up from the ocean in steep inclines. Beaches are few and small. But, oh, the colour. The peace. A feast for eyes and soul.

I take the small dinghy and paddle slowly around the cove. Oysters and mussels crowd the inter-tidal zone in prodigious generosity. I'm entranced by the minutiae of creation.

I discover three heart shapes in this cove. The golden-orange rock now sits on my china cabinet. The white rock is immense. A tiny empty mussel shell lies open, washed by the waves.

I succumb to the lure of the water. After the first shock the water slides like silk against my skin. Tim joins me and we swim in the lovely, refreshing sea. Behind us, the island rises, i…

August Delights

There will be more posts featuring photos from our trip, but for today I'm sharing what's happening closer to home - in the garden. The tight buds that were appearing on the dahlias when we left have opened to full and beautiful blossom. The fuschia plant I put in this year is producing masses of dancing flowers. In Spanish the fuschia is known as "aretes" which means earrings. They do look like fancy, dangly jewelry, don't they?

The potager is producing well - this is representative of what I'm harvesting every three days or so.

Temperatures have cooled off a little, although I hear more heat is coming. Dinner last night was spinach souffle with a green salad. 

I picked a bouquet of roses for the house. Although the pink rose in the above photo is the same as the "coral" ones, lighting indoors and out makes a huge difference. For filler I used some oregano stems that are in flower just now.

I'm experimenting with growing quinoa this year. The stalk…

Nervous Nellie in the Wild

Two boats tied up to a dock. Just to give you an idea of the size of our boat - the small one. It's 25 feet long. The other is 62 feet long. We were usually the smallest boat in any marina or anchorage. But I think we had just as much fun as the big boaters. The important thing is getting out there to enjoy all the beauty.

Normally, we anchor the boat and often stern tie it to land, especially if things are choppy on the water, or an anchorage has a few boats in it. 

One of our destinations was Toba Inlet, a narrow fjord that winds its way into the mainland of the province. Anchorages are difficult to find, hence the tie up at the marina dock. Another plus was the hot showers available at the marina.

We like to hike. We see some great scenery and get good exercise huffing and puffing our way up mountains. (One of us huffs and puffs; the other is steady as a metronome.) 

We asked the marina host, Kyle, for a trail recommendation - "about an hour's climb," we said. He gave…

There and Back Again

Last night we anchored in Rebecca Spit and took a short dinghy ride to Heriot Bay where we ate dinner. It felt a little weird to be back in civilization. I've had a most wonderful blogging break, cruising around islands, exploring inlets, and seeing wonderful sights.

You're sure to hear more about our trip, but for now I'll leave you with this morning's sunrise (top photo) and an evening shot taken last week sometime. 

For now, there's a pile of laundry to deal with, a garden bursting with tomatoes, green beans and other delectables, emails to attend to, and hopefully soon, blogs to read.