Above: a skyscape captured last night, around 9:30 pm. Cue the Mozart sonatas…
I have been outside and away from my blog for a bit. Here is some evidence of where I’ve been wandering…
Above, an about to open yarrom blossom (Achillea millefolium), like a treasure in the dry grass.
This is an Australian bottlebrush (Grevillea), a shrub that survives in my garden in the Southern Gulf Islands of BC. Loved by hummingbirds.
And this thrilling version of blue is brought to you by a special sage, Salvia Blue Angel.
Speaking of hummingbirds, here is a little male, showing off his colours.
The spring garden is full of promise. Almost open…
And in the fields around here, the grass is very dry, and panicles are poetically dancing in the wind…
And in the dry grass, look at what we found: a skin, shed by a snake done with moulting for another little while. Such a delicate thing. Moving on, shedding your skin, there’s a thought.
And I leave you with a golden liquid sunset from a couple of weeks ago. Again, Mozart time.
As for the apples: I found them on the ground, below a lovely and huge apple tree that must have been on the spot, in Thompson Park, for close to a century. The apples had a fearsome nest of defenders… Any attempt at harvesting those apples will have to be undertaken with protective gear.
And the horse chestnuts: I just love their texture, although I did stab my hand trying to get a couple of them off the tree! Below: the beach at Thompson Park. Nice spot to sit and enjoy an apple, freshly picked.
The landscape on the bench in front of the sandstone bluffs is very rural in feeling. Below, a view of the 
Now, I am back at home, hunting for interesting patterns to deal with all that luscious wool. And plotting to go back and raid the apple tree…