Beauty. Inside, or outside.

Quiet happiness.

First: inside, a hibiscus celebrates sunshine.

Outside, on my wanderings… I came across a lovely [...]]]> Spring is about… More dailight, warmth, sunshine. Plants are responding. Nature is exhuberant. My fingernails resemble those of a nine-year old boy… short and dirty… from working in the garden.

Beauty. Inside, or outside.

Quiet happiness.

First: inside, a hibiscus celebrates sunshine.

Outside, on my wanderings… I came across a lovely orchid: Western Coralroot (Corallorhiza mertensiana).

And on another excursion… I found the lovely, but deadly Death Camas Lily (Zigadenus venenosus). Best to admire this one from a distance, no touching, and certainly no ingesting…

When I look out over [...]]]> It’s pretty quiet at the house these days. I have spent a considerable amount of time in my garden, trying to defeat the wilderness which is creeping in from all corners. I already had to mow the grass twice in the garden, a sign of regular rain, and warmer weather…

When I look out over the water, boat traffic remains pretty light. The other day, which was exceptionally sunny, I noticed a tug pulling a log boom. Actually, I heard the tug first, its engine calling it to attention. Then I thought the light was just right for a picture or two…

There you have it: a forest, floating on the ocean, being pulled in a giant lasso (the “boom”), headed for Vancouver, to be loaded onto freighters bound for Asia, most likely. BC exports its trees whole. Saves a few jobs in this province, that’s for sure.

On that day, the tug circled up and down Plumper Sound, obviously biding its time, waiting before the crossing of Georgia Strait toward Vancouver. Maybe there is an overflow of trees, log booms awaiting loading. A glut of floating forests in the Port of Vancouver…