A perfect day for a ride on the ferry to Vancouver Island.
The scenery in the passage is incomparable.
The doors were open so we ventured into this beautiful church near downtown Victoria.
What would a trip to Victoria be without a stop at Munroe's Books? Incomplete, of course.
British Columbia's provincial legislature building at Victoria harbour.
The historic and beautiful Empress Hotel where they serve high tea. (We didn't stop for it this time.)
A flower-decked downtown Swan's Hotel. Everything is within easy walking distance in downtown Victoria.
We discovered this little mossy pocket garden with a waterfall off a narrow alley.
One of the city's beaches. Surprisingly empty for such a beautiful day but then, it was Tuesday afternoon.
I joined the Canada Day festivities today, including answering a quiz about Canada, and I won! Here I am being presented with my prize, a Canada beach towel. It seems like everyone knows I love the beach.
Celebrating the day with the Canada Day cake. I didn't have any and I don't think it would qualify as health food but plenty of people lined up for their piece.
Lots of kids, sunshine, and fun. The firefighters had their water cannons out and the children had a blast running through the spray.
At almost any Canadian celebration, the kilts and the bagpipes appear. Here a local group has just finished their parade, which I missed, and is seeking some shade. Those wool socks have to be hot in 35°C temperatures.
A tiny market had set up with handmade quilts, baby hats and sweater, jams and cookies, pickles and chicken and more. I bought a sweet bonnet for the new baby who is about to appear in our family.
Another installment in the West Coast adventure. The Point Wilson lighthouse at Port Townsend.
Boats and more boats in a tiny bay near Port Hadlock. I love being places with names that include words like port, bay, beach, cove, and harbour. They all mean that there is an ocean or sea nearby.
I turned around and there were these seaside cottages for students at the Northwest School of Wooden Boat Building at Port Hadlock. Peering through the window of the school, I saw some beautiful boats taking shape. And no, I'm not going to build my own boat any time soon. I wrote about a couple of boats in my novel, Picking up the Pieces.
I had to run to capture this shot of the sailboat passing by the ferry dock in Port Townsend. Unfortunately, it had clouded over by late afternoon. Soon the ferry from Whidbey Island sailed up, we drove on, and off we went to Oak Harbor.
It's no secret that I love the ocean and get close to it, either on a boat or ship, or with my toes in the sand at a beach, at every opportunity.
Last week I went on a little trip with my husband and we took the ferry from Coupeville, WA, to Port Townsend. The sky cleared and the sea breezes were fresh.
Since I'm usually the family photographer, I've begun to realize that there are very few photos of me in the family archives. When I think of it, I am now trying to get someone to snap a few shots of me for posterity. In this one, I'm on the top deck of the ferry crossing Admiralty Inlet in Washington state. And no, I'm not the admiral.
The sciatica that has plagued me for two whole weeks is beginning to wane and giving me more pain-free moments everyday. I am so grateful for the medical help from the hospital and Dr. Phimester and my chiropractor, Dr. Darren Paul. These people and their skills gave me so much relief (not to mention the morphine). I am also thankful for the healing power of Jesus.
Now on a light note, spring is bursting out all over so I thought I would share a little Spring in musical form. Spring Song by Felix Mendelssohn. A lovely piece to calm the mind for writing.
No matter what's going on in life on any given day, whether big or inconsequential, there is always something for which to be thankful.
When we switch our focus from the negative to the positive for even a few moments good things happen. The Bible says that a merry heart does good like a medicine so happiness, even in small doses, is good for our health.
Today I'm thankful that when I got up this morning the sky was filled with a beautiful apricot glow streaked with lavender. A show just for me. I got a couple of projects finished and sent off to their respective next steps this morning so I'm gratified that those are complete. My house is warm when it's cold outside and if I get chilly I just have to nudge that thermostat up and the whole place warms up a few more degrees.
I didn't have to cook supper tonight because my sister invited my husband and me over to her house. Did I mention that she's a gourmet cook (I'm talking Five Star)? A lovely time was had by all.
I'm nearly finished my new Book Cover Magic website and I'm thrilled with how it's turning out. There is so much satisfaction in doing a job well and creating beauty.
I'm thankful for the beautiful daughters that God gave me to raise and who have turned into wonderful, caring, successful women.
Once you get started it's hard to stop. A positive outlook and a heart of thanksgiving change everything.
This was the view from my window all day today. A heavy layer of cloud covered the sky and the mountain tops but up against the slope was this strange blue light. I hung there all day.
This is to remind everyone who is suffering through the winter weather that somewhere out there the sun is shining. Wait a minute. Whose feet are those? They're not mine.
Here in the Pacific Northwest we've been hunkering down under layers of clouds most of the time for over a month. Though it does get dreary, I admit, the unceasing rain and chill tend to keep you indoors which makes for the perfect setting for concentrating on writing.
Sitting by my window with just enough light to feel like there is Vitamin D to be had out there somewhere, I can watch the winter birds at the feeder. I can also watch the snow line go up and down the mountain side that I can see past my computer monitor depending in the temperature and level of precipitation. When the clouds are high enough to see actual mountaintops, the scene is spectacular.
Yesterday, between bouts of slashing rain, sleet and wind, the sun broke through for only a few minutes and gave us the most vibrantly coloured rainbow I think I have ever seen. With the backdrop of dark clouds and a twin appearing to the east, this sight was a gift of beauty.
Today, I'm writing again. My new novel is coming along slowly since I've been pre-occupied with editing, interior design and creating covers for my clients' books. (See www.summerbaypress.com for more information on these and other services.) However, I understand that the winter weather is scheduled to last for at least a few more months (if we're fortunate, it will only be for that long!) so that makes for lots of writing "atmosphere".
P.S. This photo was taken on a frosty December day at Queen Elizabeth Park in Vancouver.
Few days are so perfect. My husband and I were on a short vacation, the pace unhurried, the weather divine. I took this photo of the marina at Hadlock Bay, WA around noon.
Today, in an act of sheer bravery and impulsiveness, I took the winter sheets of my bed. You know, the fuzzy flannel ones with the little blue snowflakes. Yes, I know it was rash given that, though technically and according to the calendar, it's summer, the weather has been stubbornly winter-like and totally uncooperative in supporting the notion of summer in June.
Last week, leaning hopefully in the direction of warmer weather, I unplugged the electric blanket in the belief that it couldn't stay that cold forever. (Please, God.) Besides, I've been reading about EMFs (Electro-Magnetic Fields, not Emotional Meltdown Freak-outs, thought there may be more danger of the latter than the former) and that using an electric blanket, even if it saves you from getting frostbite in June, is "really bad for you".
The real reason that I had to take off the winter sheets is not because I'm too hot at night, (thought that happens but usually in flashes) but because there is a hole worn right through the bottom sheet and my feet keep getting tangled up in it. I kept waking up and trying to turn over only to find that my feet had gone through the hole and I couldn't move my legs.
I know this sounds a little like whining (because it is) but honestly, I don't really whine about anything else. It's just that I've come to expect (unrealistic, I know) that summer should arrive by June. It's not like I live in the Arctic. The weather in the Yukon is about the same as here in southern B.C. only they're getting more sunshine!
I have a solution, though. If you're one of those people sweltering in the heat wave cooking the U.S. right now and want to cool off, I'll trade you places. You can come and stay at my house and sleep on my crisp, cool summer sheets (under the duvet) and I'll go to your house and get warm for the first time this year. I'll pack all my suitcases with all my summer clothes and when I get to your house I'll change them several times a day just so I get the chance to wear them all before I have to come back home and get out the sweaters. I'll soak up so much Vitamin D that it should last me at least until October (when I'll have to buy the bulk size supply of tablets to last me the next nine months).
In the meantime, the forecast calls for a freckling of sunshine today so I had better get out there and absorb some of it. And tonight when I slip between my 200 thread count sheets? I'll be wearing my winter pyjamas.
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