The Finest Moments

Some of the finest moments of summer are the ones…


…spent lying like a beached whale soaking up sunshine.  The water’s frigid this year;  only kids and well-insulated adults stay in for more than a few minutes. But the sun is hot and it’s nice to know the water’s there.  So we try to get away as many afternoons as we can to some beach or other to store up Vitamin D for winter…

But sometimes we wonder why we bother to leave the house when we have our own park right out back.  And it is quite fine to have a picnic and tea right there…


The bees and moths are busy doing the same thing, (well, not the tea) quite unmindful of the messiness of my happy  tangle of a garden.  They love the flowers best, as do I.




For the first time this year I grew tomatillos  and hot little peppers.  Made a wee batch of our own garden-grown Salsa Verde last night.  With fresh cilantro and a touch of lime it brought back memories of Mexico and was so yummy there was no chance to get a picture!


“I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God’s gift to man.”

Back at the Dock…

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Jim and I  closed out our sun-filled weekend yesterday with a late-afternoon drive out to Lund–where the highway ends at the sea.  Here lies the gateway to Desolation Sound,  a yachter’s paradise,  just beyond our doorstep… It’s just a dozen miles down the road from us but we haven’t been back much since we sold our boat a couple years go.   We  strolled around catching up on what boats are in,  checking out the new gas dock, and just having a happy  photo shoot as the day came to a close…
Yes, this is us… I only wish the photo of the sunflower starfish had come out to show you.   There were several great big orange ones. But you’ll have to sample a ‘google’ image this time…
Now that we are without our robust sailboat, we are kept from our favorite retreat–the Ragged Islands just on the horizon.  So close and yet, without a sea-going boat, so far.  We have such happy memories of hanging out on sunny afternooons there.  We even put on an Easter egg hunt one Spring for our kids on one of the miniature islands there.  We christened it Easter Egg Island afterward, when we failed to find all the eggs we had hidden.  I wonder if anyone else ever found our treasure?
Of course the crowning moment of our photo shoot was the sun’s quick descent behind the mountains of Vancouver Island on the horizon.  There it was one moment, and gone the next.  And oh! we suddenly felt chilled to the bone and retreated to our car and home for a Hot Mocha…
“From the rising of the sun to the going down of the same the Lord’s name is to be praised…”