I haven’t ventured too far lately which has meant few opportunities for discoveries of any kind. Rain was one reason. Lack of incentive beyond just walking was the other. I did go to a bookstore with my daughter the other day. I think we may have a problem. A good way to while away those rainy day blues when not out discovering new growth and idling monsters. Better than running across bears.
It isn’t all pretty flowers. I know there must be a song in there. Fortunately most of my walks have been quite pleasant over the last month. Cherry blossoms flourished, Canada geese pairs honking up a storm, birds twittering in the bushes, lilacs peeking out. May was around the corner. One interesting theme has been all the painted rocks I discover.
May first, cyclists in spandex shorts; families on their way to one of the numerous parks stop for a treat; everyone sits in the sun soaking up the rays. Me, I seek the nearest shade.
As we entered April I became more aware of what is missing as well as what is emerging. What is missing seems to be bloggers I follow even if I do not comment or Like. (Sorry about that, it’s the signing in to do so that throws me when I am already reading their piece) I miss you. However, like me, we often have more important events to deal with, and we often just do not have anything to say if we are not writing about what our main passion was. Which is why I am still hoping to bring a little joy, smile, weirdness to the very few who are still reading me.
Geese and ducks preparing for nesting. Pungent skunk cabbage finally within close view and olfactory. Balcony Rosemary to refresh the senses.
In an effort to remain somewhat balanced I try to seek out anything interesting when I have appointments, tasks or even simply going for a walk. The last two weeks I made some more little, and not so little discoveries. Spring being the most important! I wonder what April will bring other than showers.
A friend had shared a photo of a Christmas tree at Esquimalt Lagoon a few days earlier – one of those days when the rain held off. I had not been there for ages and thought this would be a perfect afternoon walk.
The only thing marring an otherwise enjoyable 30 minutes was all the off leash dogs playing on the beach. Perhaps that is allowed. Rather than leap away whenever one approached me I headed back to the relative safety of the curb side where cars park. I am happy to say I still enjoyed the ocean, the driftwood art ready for the holiday and the camaraderie of strangers also out for strolls. Even the dogs. (The captions are all mine) I never did find the tree.
As I was walking on the lagoon I spotted a gaggle of family. Two cars, both laden down with gifts, all passengers wearing their requisite masks. It was a distanced gift exchange! We are all doing our best to cope with what has been a very challenging year.
Driving home I heard the unmistakable vroom, vroom of a big motorcycle that then stopped at a stop sign, was that Santa riding to catch his sleigh? Beard and hair flowing as he sped off to the honks of ecstatic drivers. A fitting end to my Christmas Eve walk.