The sky on Monday evening was hazy, smudged, colourless. There were no clouds and no promise of a “sailor’s delight.” You could barely see Stuart and Waldron Islands through the murk.
I stood knee-deep in the water on our little beach at the foot of the cliff. The tide was unusually high. Despite several days of scorching temperatures, the water was as icy as ever.… Continue reading
Summer Stars
Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.
— Carl Sandburg
It is summer, now, definitively.… Continue reading
At one point in last week’s mix, the Metchosin Wheat bread was two hours into its proof. I was busy mixing the second loaf and wasn’t thinking about the wheat bread until I happened to catch a glance.
Whoosh! The dough mass was pushing up the lid on the bin and was about to spill over at the edges.… Continue reading
I’m thinking of firewood and the “thrice enjoyed gift” when a cord of freshly cut fir arrives and is dumped by the woodpile. Behold what pleasure awaits!
The delivery of firewood itself is the first gift. The second is the satisfaction you have when it is stacked and put away. And the third is the bright flames in the fireplace and the warmth that fills the room.… Continue reading
The morning birdsong, the great harbinger of Spring, has been magnificent the past few weeks! Is it as spectacular as ever? Or reduced in some way due to climate change? To me, the birdsong is as splendid as it ever was, like legions of earthbound angels celebrating the light and warmth of Spring.… Continue reading