long weekend storm

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The Remembrance Day long weekend in British Columbia turned into an unforgettable one, weather-wise. A large area of the province from the coast to the interior was hit by a powerful storm, from Sunday evening until Monday afternoon. Falling trees damaged many homes and vast areas of power lines. At its peak, 196,000 homes were without power. Ferries were not running for many hours on Monday, causing backlogs for travellers trying to return home.

In our neighbourhood, we were lightly touched this time, losing power for only about 6 hours during the day yesterday. Our home remained a reasonably comfortable 18C, with 10C outside. Power was restored at dusk, just before we were going to light candles and start a fire in the fireplace to warm up the chili and make tea. Our phone line was unaffected, though we had to dig up the old rotary dial phone to call our daughters to check on how they were faring. Elisa’s family in Vancouver and Erika and partner in Surrey were unaffected. Anita and her partner, east of Kamloops, however have been without power since Monday morning and would not have it restored until today, hopefully. They’ve had a cold night at just above freezing, and without a working fireplace. I was very surprised that the storm reached that far northeast.

Some reports say this storm was as bad as last year’s big one on December 14th. The number of homes without power was almost as high this year, but I don’t think we’ve had the devastating losses in our parks this time around. I took the above photo a few days ago in a part of Cates Park which lost a huge number of trees last year.

Everyone is wondering if this year will be another year of numerous big storms, like the past year. In the 35 years we’ve lived here, it’s never been so stormy so often. Interesting times.

mushrooms in grass

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Abundance in our backyard. Are they edible?
Working hard in the studio, no energy left for words.

more witchiness

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Thinking about witchy trees has been making me see even witchy seeds.

Last Thursday at dusk, before it was fully dark we were stunned by a huge bright full moon and it’s sparkling reflection over the water. Was it that bright moon that woke me about 3 am and had me wandering through the house spellbound by the bands of moonlight shining across the floors? Outside was bright with a cool light and a sparkle of a light frost on the deck railings… the first frost. What spirits kept me awake?

Making yet another cup of herbal tea in the kitchen still later, a very bright light in the eastern sky caught my eye. At first I thought it was an airplane coming in, but it did not move and was non-twinkling and too big to be a star, so it had to be a planet. Yes, the net told me it’s Venus and this full moon was actually the Hunter’s Moon!

What witchiness to keep me awake to watch the moonlight and planet light merging into the slow return of daylight and a spooky fog rolling in.

moved by beauty

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We had a warm sunny day today, almost blindingly bright after a long spell of gloomy rain. The beauty of the fall colours in the trees lining many of Vancouver’s older streets gave me great pleasure as I headed for an appointment. Back to rain tomorrow, but then it looks like we’ll have several sunny days so maybe I’ll get some of my fall gardening jobs done after all.

Along with today’s sunshine, I’ve been deeply moved by some exceptionally beautiful writing and images:
– Dave Bonta thinks profound thoughts while out walking
– Another glorious cycle of sonnets in the Handbook for Explorers written by Joe Hyam with photographs by Lucy Kempton
– Beth’s rich descriptions of a day in Montreal when she realizes “I was home”.
– The rich jewel-like colours in Tracy Helgeson’s paintings.
– Sadness that the Giornale Nuovo is quitting after five years of blogging. Thank you for giving us so much beauty and knowledge, misteraitch.

away and back

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We’ve been away for a few days’ trip to the beautiful Saanich and Victoria areas of Vancouver Island, visiting friends and family. Most important for us was to spend some time with my elderly uncle and aunt. Because of his Alzheimer’s, they recently had to move out of their own home into a seniors’ residence. It’s been nine months since we’ve seen them, so it was painful to notice the changes and how my aunt was missing her home, sigh. But I think they were cheered by our visit and all the family photos we showed them. We said to ourselves that we must go and see them more often.

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As always, we had a great visit with our dearest friends who are now in the midst of a major renovation on their old waterfront cottage. We compared notes with our own experiences over 20 years ago and shared much advice and laughter! And of course, we always enjoy staying with my energetic and fascinating sister-in-law. We had many wonderful meals in and out.

The greater predominance of decidious trees and the drier climate on the Island meant that the fall colours are beautiful there now, more noticeable than around our home. The weather was mixed, mostly cloudy with some rain, but one night saw fierce wind and rain storms here and there. Today, the sun was out more.

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While waiting in the ferry lineup to head back home, we went for a walk and to our surprise found a very charming stone faced pub, rather like a hobbit house tucked in the forest. We enjoyed a nice lunch there, much better than what’s available on the ferry. We love being on boats and it was most pleasant as we were able to sit on the deck for awhile and drink in the sea, sky, islands and watch other ferries going by. (The photo below shows the smaller Gulf Island ferries).

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All’s well at home. We heard that here in Vancouver, there was more rain in one day than there’d been in any day the past 11 months. The only damage that I noticed was that one of my clematis plants on a fan trellis was knocked down by the wind. And Whistler had its first snowfall of the season – winter is coming early! Good be to home again, catch up with emails and a few blogs….and to sleep in our own bed.

autumn and sauna

We said goodbye to summer and welcomed autumn by working outdoors in our yard all weekend. All day yesterday we were cutting and pruning some hugely overgrown laurel to let in some sunlight, trimming some of the neighbour’s birch tree branches that were resting on our roof, bringing in some pots of tender plants and rooting cuttings of favourite flowers for next year’s garden.

Our bodies ached all over from the full day’s physical labours, but we had a wonderful reward last night. We’d made a couple of fresh ‘vastas‘ from those trimmed leafy birch branches. (It’s usually done in early summer, but we were desperate!) We fired up our sauna for the first time since last winter. Aaah! I don’t remember how many years it’s been since we’ve had vastas. Beating aching muscles with these leafy, fragrant boughs in the hot steamy sauna makes for a wonderful massage, relaxing mind and body. I was even transported to the past, remembering other saunas. I fell asleep last night the minute I put my head on the pillow.

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As most know, the sauna (pronounced ‘sow-nah’) is an important part of Finnish culture. I love the authentic sauna, usually a separate building or one half of a Finnish summer cottage, with its wood-burning stove covered with rocks and with a tank of hot water on one side. Situated next to a lake or river, it’s wonderful to go for a refreshing dip or swim, then back into the sauna again, and repeat as desired. The steam (löyly), the birch vasta and the swim are very much a part of the ritual of the sauna.

I’m not as fond of the ‘city’ sauna with the electric-fired stove because it’s a bit drier and I miss the cooling swim. The vasta is often missing too unless one makes a special effort to find birch groves in the country, gather the branches and store them. My parents were keen sauna bathers so my father built this one in our house when they lived here in their retirement.

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(Our local recreation centre has a sauna with the electric stove but they don’t allow water to be thrown on the rocks. Without steam it’s not a sauna! )

Lots more work today continuing the cleaning up! Huge laurel branches strewn over the yard had to be trimmed and chopped, thick branches cut for firewood and the rest hauled into the trailer to be taken to the greens recycling depot. Raking and more raking. I even pulled out wild morning glory and blackberry branches that were invading from over the fence. Another sauna tonight?

UPDATE Sept.26th: In case you missed the comment from Dem, who is an Englishman with a Finnish partner, he has posted a video of how to make a vasta over at his blog. Thanks, Dem!

giant datura

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We have a spot next to the front door where we keep a planter of seasonal flowers. This past spring we bought a tall blue glazed ceramic pot to replace the ancient rotting wood one. Filling the tall pot with a rich mix of soil and compost, I put in a jasmine vine, red pelargoniums and yellow sanvitalia. It looked lovely as it bloomed away.

Sometime later I noticed an interesting looking volunteer peeping out, not a weed I thought so I left it to see what it would be. It did not take long to grow bigger and bigger with leaves twice the size of my hand. I suspected it to be a datura, but I’d never seen one this big, as if it was on steroids! The poor pelargoniums are so shaded that they hardly flower anymore.

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Recently a flower emerged, a large creamy trumpet pointing up, with a faint tropical sweet scent, and I knew it to be a datura, possibly the the inoxia species.

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The golf ball sized spiky fruit is fascinating, isn’t it? And look at this tiny visitor.

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One gardening site stated that compost is not a fertilizer, only a soil amendment. Hrrmph, I thought, not so. I grow good tomatoes with only compost and now this monster plant is further proof! I think the writer was just interested in selling their fertilizers.

I wonder if the mail person is getting worried that this monster plant will come out and grab him one day as he reaches around it to push our mail in the slot, heh.

These interesting stories about the myths, magic and medicinal uses of datura top it all for me.

fairies in the garden

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Oh my, it’s been hot here. Last week we had a record breaking heat wave all over BC. It was about 36C (about 97F) in our neighbourhood! As someone who totally wilts, swells up and gets cranky when it gets to 24C (75F), it’s been a struggle to cope with the very basics of living. Like most homes in Vancouver, we do not have air-conditioning. Our house was designed to capture a lot of light during long rainy seasons, but it also captures the heat from the sun with its many east and west facing windows and skylights, sigh.

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This week is a little less hot, in the mid 20’s, with some cloudy periods and a few showers in the forecast. I’m still hot and lacking energy. It seems like we went from cold rainy weather straight to the dog days of summer. Complain, complain.

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Watering the garden, and myself
Cooling salads, summer fruits, herbal iced teas
Reading and sleeping in the cooler downstairs

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The unexpected pleasure of an overnight visitor
Picking up family returning from England
How the darling little ones have grown!

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Looking for the fairies at the bottom of our garden
Summer’s blossoms, riot of colours and scents
Captured by the camera’s eye for you
Enjoy summer wherever you are!

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a day in June

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leaving Vancouver

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under the Lion’s Gate Bridge

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heading out to sea, to Alaska maybe?

It’s the last day of June already. It was an exceptionally wet month here, but we had a few nice days here and there. One day the other week, I had to shop for a wedding gift. As we sometimes do, my husband and I made plans to meet at the end of his workday. From the shopping centre we went on one of our favourite walks along a marvellous seawall. We were lucky that day was one of the best of the month with sunshine, blue skies and the beautiful sea.

Several cruise ships were just heading out to sea – shown above is one of them. Numerous people with smiles were out walking along the sea and sitting on benches soaking in the view and the warmth of the sun. The doggy park was a busy meeting place for owners and their furry friends. Several hardy children were splashing in the ocean by the sandy beach, numerous sailboats dotted the bay, and a light plane was practising fancy loops overhead.

We arrived at an Indian restaurant and sat on the outdoor patio on the second floor overlooking the sea. How warm it still was. As we sat enjoying the scene and waiting for our food, another giant floating hotel headed out west. Coming eastward with exciting toots came the train from Whistler, with people waving to all and we waved back. We savoured our first ever Indian meal in this lovely setting. Afterwards, we walked back along the seawall, a little more slowly on full stomachs, and drove home content with such a pleasant ending to a glorious day.

Tomorrow, July Ist is Canada Day. Happy 140th Birthday, Canada! Enjoy the long weekend, my dear fellow Canadians but be careful around the fireworks.

UPDATE: We’re thinking of going to this year’s new fireworks display location in West Vancouver. The downtown one is always much too crowded for our tastes. Hope the forecasted rain holds off.

peachfuzz visits

There was a lot of commotion going on in the solarium this morning though it sounded like birds on the roof.

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Meet our latest visitor to our solarium – Peachfuzz – who thought maybe it was too cold outside.

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He was chattering a lot and wondering how to get down from there.
He is thinking this is a nice spot to see what is going on until he saw Opa coming after him!

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You are not going to catch me, said Peachfuzz!
I think I can squeeze between these pickets if I can hang on to the wall!

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Ok, here it goes, one leap and I am out of here. I am a flying squirrel! I hope they left the door open!

(**Stolen from an email sent by my husband to the grandchildren – too delightful not to share here!)