harvest

quarry, texada island (yes, that's me swimming)

wildwood sunset

if I stand really still will you think I'm a garden ornament?

This is the young, but rather substantial buck who took years off my life when he sauntered around the corner of the house at the exact moment that I was sauntering around it from the other direction. I squealed and, gratifyingly, he did the equivalent of a deer squeal and leapt several feet into the air, before regaining his composure and continuing his stroll across the garden.

becalmed in malaspina straight

There is a story to this title that I will get around to writing soon...

trip to savary island

in search of the elusive chocolate lily

Carl told me about a field of these rare lilies (Fritillaria camschatcensis), also known as rice-root lily, as the roots have fleshy grains that look exactly like arborio rice and were once eaten as a staple by native people in the area. After a truly lovely hike through Sliammon land, a wade across one of the inlets of Okeover and a barefoot, garter-snake infested slog through some muddy grasslands, we tracked our quarry down on the banks of an unknown stream. It wasn't quite a field but there were lots and they were more gorgeous and chocolatey than this photo shows.