From the Garden to the Beach
Saturday morning. While eating breakfast (bacon, egg, tomato) I glanced outside to see that the clematis, having wound itself around the deck railing, had opened its first bud.
I had never noticed that the petals open one by one.
Unfurling. Opening wide to the light.
There will be many more pretty blooms from this General Sikorski clematis. Some searching on the internet reveals that the name is to honour a Polish general who "rendered great service to his country." Personally, the name makes me think of a helicopter.
After breakfast (and photography), we threw our bags into the car and drove up Island (as we say) to the beachside town of Parksville, along with some friends. This was the view from our room. In the evening, we ate a late (and delicious) dinner on the patio and watched the tide creep across the sand. In the distance, over time, three brightly lit cruise ships sailed by, en route to Alaska.
Beach art. Found art.
Wild roses bloom along the path down to the beach. I could smell them before I saw them.
Home again now, preparing for another week of work, but refreshed by walks on the sand, good food, and laughter and conversation with friends.