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Vernon (n̓łəłt̓pmíw̓scin̓)

In the Nsyilxcən language of the Syilx (Okanagan) people, “n̓łəłt̓pmíw̓scin̓“, means “jumping over place where the creek narrows”.

Before our recent trip to the Okanagan and beyond I really didn’t know Vernon at all. We drove through it once, as I recall, but that was the extent of my acquaintance.

The old friends in Vernon with whom we tarried a while on this trip were, by chance, the very first folks that The Girl introduced me to when she brought me to Canada way back in 2006. At that time these friends lived in East Vancouver. Some time later – having tired of the big city – they purchased a smallholding of somewhat more than twenty acres in rural Lumby in the BC interior. Here they enjoyed a bucolic existence until a couple of years ago.

Since then our friends have moved again – into a single-story dwelling in a ‘seniors’ village’ on the outskirts of Vernon. During the congenial couple of days that we spent with them they showed around the rural delights of this hitherto unknown (to me!) part of the province. Everything looked particularly verdant and prosperous and really most welcoming.


Photo by Andy Dawson ReidWe did not actually dine at this stylish bar/restaurant overlooking the town, but the menu looked good and the views (the which we had specifically driven up to see) are spectacular.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
The few days that we spend in and around Vernon were filled with fascinating diversions – for which we thank our friends most sincerely. This post is not sufficiently expansive to do justice to all of the sights that we saw, but I do want to mention two stops in particular.

The first was at Planet Bee, the which – as you may rapidly have surmised – is a fabulous honey farm. We could not resist making some purchases, not least of some of their glorious ‘Nectar of the Sun’ mead.

Pure indulgence!

We also loved the Davison Orchards. I am going to leave you to their website, as they can sell themselves far better than can I. Both of these operations (along with the Okanagan wineries – about which more in a subsequent post) exemplify the cornucopian nature of this fabulous part of the world.

I think that it may be a good thing that they are not within daily reach of our humble abode.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Kamloops (Tk’emlúps)

I have made mention on a number of occasions of The Girl’s heritage; of her birth and of her growing up in the city of Kamloops in the heart of British Columbia. Naturally our recent trip to the interior made that its starting point and a gratifying number of good folks – both family and friends – demonstrated their eagerness to re-unite with us and to catch us up with the various goings on in all of our lives.

Kamloops offers many dramatic vistas. This one is the view from the window of our room in the Coast hotel:

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

In addition to our rendezvous with the living The Girl and I paid a visit to the cemetery in Kamloops in which her mother and the ‘aunt’ (who raised her after her mother’s early and untimely passing) had been laid to rest in their turn. We have made this pilgrimage a number of times and the experience it is always a moving one.

This year we were not alone amongst the memorials. Some very new and delicate creatures were also taking advantage of the peace and tranquility there:

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

As promised

Herewith some snaps of plant-life in our garden – enjoying the early summer weather. From what I hear Europe (and the UK) is currently burning up in an unexpected heatwave. Our sympathies. We do feel even more blessed than usual at simply enjoying normal May/June style weather.

I do hope that everyone is doing alright…

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
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Playing catch-up

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/Alfred-Jacob-Miller_Catching-Up.jpg?utm_source=commons.wikimedia.org&utm_campaign=index&utm_content=original“In our frenzied attempts to catch up with life, we run right past it. Once we have run past it, what we are in reality attempting to catch is ourselves.”

Craig D. Lounsbrough

Looking back through the archives for this almanac I note that I have gotten into the habit of posting – during the late spring/early summer of each year – a succinct gallery of photographs taken in our garden here at the southern end of Vancouver Island.

As one might imagine, these analogous offerings look remarkably similar year on years. Given that much of the garden is furnished with mature shrubs, perennials and ancient (relatively speaking!) trees, this should come as no surprise. The true beauty of the garden in spring-time is that it is at once the same as it ever was – whilst also being ever new.

And how cool is that?!

The title of this post, however, is “Playing catch-up” – so there is clearly something going on here other than the mere uploading of a fresh instalment of an old favourite.

As indeed there is…

Those who follow these things closely might notice (should they care to put any effort into the thing) that we are almost at the start of June and – as yet – no garden images have appeared for this year.

Some reasons for this tardiness have been hinted at in earlier posts, but these reflect only a small part of the whole story. Whereas Mother Nature has been powering ahead with her usual vim and vigour, our attempts at getting the grounds of our abode into shape have been running well behind. These factors have been in play:

  1. Executing an estate: I wrote near the top of the year of the sad passing of The Girl’s step mother. The Girl is sole executor of the estate and there has been much busy-ness, much driving to and from Nanaimo and much clearing out and putting things in order so that the will can be appropriately executed. She and I have already carried out well in excess of two hundred hours of work on the matter.
  2. Garden machinery: The grass in our garden grows fiercely at the start of the season and is long, tough and very wet before I can even get a first cut in. On my second attempt this year our old gas mower finally seized and we have been obliged to purchase a new one. Since we acquired the old mower very much second hand when we came to Canada (eleven years ago) we can hardly complain. Our power-washer – the which we share with a dear friend – also refused to start the year in an orderly fashion. Fixing this was simply a matter of getting the carburettor cleaned out, but getting our local small motor specialist so to do set our power-washing – and by extension everything else – back by five weeks.
  3. A week in hospital: A close family member suffered a blood and heart-related incident and ended up spending a week in hospital here in Victoria. This inevitably required us to make one or more trips each day to the hospital for the week concerned. This time lost delayed a surprising number of other matters that were already queuing up for our attention. Fortunately the family member concerned is now back home and improving day on day.

As you can see – the start of the year has gone considerably less smoothly than we would have hoped and we may be excused if some normally essential tasks have had to be delayed.

I will see what (if any) images I might have to hand from the world outside our windows…

 

Tired of being brave

“I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave.
It is January and I am tired of being brave.”

Arzum Uzun

It occurs to me that the month just finished was the first January (with just a couple of exceptions) during which I had not worked since way back in the 1970s. Strangely – and slightly guilt-inductively – it has zipped by and disappeared over the horizon with nary a second thought. How odd!

It helps, of course, that though we have been watching avidly the reports of terrible weathers afflicting different parts of the globe, here – on the west coast of Canada – it has been merely wet… not icily, gustily, torrentially or anything else like that. Just wet!

Yesterday – however – there was sunshine as well – and we marvelled at how the shafts of sunlight pierced the forest at Centennial Park.

Naturally, pictures were taken:

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A merry little Christmas

…to friends, acquaintances and gentle readers…

…from the Kickass Canada Girl and the Imperceptible Immigrant…

we wish you a safe and peaceful Christmas and a Happy Hogmany!

As is my habit, here be some Chistmassy images from the Pacific north west; specifically from the splendid home that I am fortunate enough to share with The Girl.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Foreshore/backshore

“Late afternoon on the West Coast ends with the sky doing all its brilliant stuff”

Joan Didion

Last time out I posted a cluster of images of the driftwood that accumulates above the strand line on our beaches here on Vancouver Island – and of the structures that our fellow humans feel compelled to build using it.

I thought I might now just add a few further photographs taken on the same sunny walk. The motivation so to do is in part the fact that the weather has comprised nothing but rain since that most pleasant day and I would like to be able to contemplate other more cheerful moods.

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A year grown old

She stands in tattered gold
Tossing bits of amber and jade
Jewels of a year grown old:
November.”

Zephyr Ware Tarver – “A Queen Makes an Exit”

November is upon us!…

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Malaspina Galleries

It is high time to wrap up this extended sequence of posts that aim to offer the gentle reader a photographic glimpse of our travels in Alberta and British Columbia back at the start of the summer. These excursions will stick in our minds for a long time but one of the joys of maintaining an online journal such as this is that we can refer easily to such shared memories from many years back. Just yesterday The Girl and I were refreshing our reminiscences of a stay in the Perigord back in 2013!

Anyhow! As we came back down the island following our sojourn in Port Alberni we took time out to spend a few hours on Gabriola island. I have written a little before about our connection to this small island off the coast of the much larger one on which we live and some of these images may already be familiar – but I include them anyway for completeness.

These photos are of the incredible wave-worn rock formations on the northern tip of Gabriola island – the Malaspina Galleries. With our guests we spent a happy interlude exploring the extraordinary formations and textures that the sea and the wind have wrought over the centuries

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Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid
Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

Nothing more to be said. Our expedition in June to Banff, Jasper, Vancouver and points north on the island was hugely enjoyable and fully lived up to the hopes and expectations that we had for it.

Happy travellers!

Becoming an island

“No, the safest thing is to become an island. To make your house a citadel against all the garbage and ugliness in the world. How else can you be sure of anything?”

Nickolas Butler, Shotgun Lovesongs

When we arrived back on the island from our expedition to the Rocky Mountains earlier this summer, one might have expected that to have been the end of our adventuring (for the time-being anyway). Such is not, however, in our nature and The Girl had planned and organised for us a further trip ‘up-island’.

I have written and posted photos before concerning our favourite day out on the water from Port Alberni – the voyage to Bamfield upon the supply ship the MV Frances Barkley. This will doubtless not be the last time that I post images on this subject but it is the latest such.

Enjoy:

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In my experience most new visitors to Canada have as their number one must see attraction… bears! Herewith – on the shore of the Alberni inlet – a mother with two cubs. Mission accomplished!

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid