Shine On Winter Sun

This Sunday we are between rainstorms, the perfect opportunity to hike around Helliwell and its stunning panorama.  Despite it being January there are signs Spring is close; eagle standing sentinel in the tall trees, orchestras of sea lions barking in the distance, and flocks of seagulls parked on Flora Islet.  All eagerly waiting for the Herring Run to begin.  
As the warm sunshine graces the bluffs and our faces, we walk quietly and are struck again by the good fortune that brought us to Hornby, far away from the hectic pace of the city.  

Phipps Point

To celebrate my birthday I made my way to Phipps Point.  I drive by it every time we come home from farther afield off-island and its beauty always calls.  Today we arrived at high tide so we were held to the old dock and the expansive views of the mountains on Vancouver Island.  And just as the very best gifts keep on giving, today's visit is temptation for more to come.

Country Goodness

I'm off to the big smoke and I never leave without tastes from Hornby to sweeten my visit.  My parents love the walnuts collected in October from our tree backyard and our homemade jam, made with Hornby's famous blackberries ripened under the summer sun, has become coveted by my dear friends..   I don't proclaim to be the DIY maven Martha Stewart is but I appreciate the joy of bringing country blessings to my city loves. 

First Snowfall Of The Season

Winter in the country.  Like a good guest, the snow was gone in a day and no trouble whatsoever. 
It just insulates us and holds us in a deeper silence.
Everyday wonders dusted with white.

Full Moon From Our Balcony

Quick confession: I didn't take this picture.  The subtleties of taking photos of bright lights in the dark sky continue to elude me.  One of our guests this summer was kind enough to share their talent with us.  It makes me smile to imagine people enjoying our home in much the same way as we do; sitting on the balcony, staring up into the sky bordered by tall trees and immersed in the quiet of  Hornby.  It speaks to a kinship of spirit and a shared togetherness.  Many thanks to Geoff for this picture and for the generosity of spirit that comes with it.

First Swim of the Year, May 30

 I'm posting this mostly to record my utter shock.  For Michael to even attempt getting in, it has to be like bathwater.  Lucy is a little harder to convince but she watched faithfully from the shore.  And what a shoreline our local beach boasts.

 I even got up on the log.  Such a great day!

Spiffing Up the Joint

We're getting ready for our summer rentals, doing everything we can to make sure our guests have a great time during their holidays here in paradise.  Not that Hornby really needs any help.  Recently we were the lucky recipients of these gorgeous pots from our dear friends feng shui and we can't help feeling it makes driving up to the house that much more of a coming home.

The Best!

Food is life; it nourishes the mind, body and soul and brings us together for good times and happiness.  So we couldn't be more grateful for the gift of this homegrown lettuce grown from our good friend Deb.  


Having lived here five years on Hornby, I learned home is not a place as much as a feeling.  It is the people in my life that I carry in my heart, the ones everyday and the ones faraway.  It's the moments people here made me laugh with abandon, cry without shame, and the moments when hello or goodbye crack open with love.  To me, my home on Hornby isn't a place anymore. Its become the dazzling sunrise from the east and the wind tumbling the tall trees that surround. It's found in the happy walks either in the rain or the sun with Michael and our dogs. Its catching up with Becca or Juanita at the  Co-op checkout and the teatime break during Life Drawing. Its waving at each and every person that drives by and the impromptu conversations with people you come across at the beach.  And it is most especially the kind and fascinating people that inhabit my life; my students, my neighbours, and my dear friends that share bread, smiles, and happiness around our dining room table and the many tables we've been invited to around the island.  Home is the joy that lives in the interconnected lives, hands and hearts that fill this house and island.

Blessed Rain

The yard is sopping and squishes underfoot as I walk across it.  Often the grass-turned-mud sticks me in place and requires I take a little extra effort with each step.  The dripping trees are far past saturation and the creek runs quickly to the sea.  The older I get the more I appreciate the ubiquitous rain of our west coast.  This warm winter is so inviting that I find myself pulled into the yard in admiration. It gives me time to notice the perfect circles forming in the pool that use to be my driveway.

Water Art

 Splendour in the grass
 running to the ocean
 holding on for Spring.

Eye Of The Beholder

 It's been grey for a week, the sun hidden behind persistent fog.  I remember the same last winter when it felt like the clouds were pressing me down. Growing up on the west coast it is easy to forget the grey, to see it as everyday.  Then yesterday I ran into Jan who said how she found the weather so beautiful.  It made me look with new eyes and reminded me "we don't see things as they are, we see them as we are" (Anais Nin).  Beauty abounds.