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Been rusting in the rubble…..

Goats are not one of my favourite animals. They smell and are often bad tempered. This is certainly the case with the ones that I have encountered. They do however, have a talent that I covet……the ability to climb up steep and rocky mountains. It is another grey Vancouver day. I am lying on my back among our trees with the Mission Creek stream snow- melt pulsing in my ears. In usual Vancouver style the water is falling from the skies as well as from the mountains. The world appears magical from this horizontal position.

When last did I just gaze skywards here? Probably on another occasion that I came scooting down on my rear on La Ravine! I seem to exercise this involuntary move a great deal lately. I scurry around along our steep river course in the quest for removing the previous owner’s building rubble and garden waste. This is when I covet the acrobatic ability of the humble goat the most. His prowess would be such a valuable asset on our steep river bank. We are fortunate to be surrounded by a forest of tall conifer trees so my tumbles go unnoticed. My red face goes unnoticed.

I am learning from the news……

According to the weather bureau we had the grand total of 75 hours of sunlight for the whole month of March! This rainy weather accompanied by the grey skies is getting to the most experienced locals. They assure us that this is not the norm. I think I have heard that somewhere before…..when we moved to Toronto and we endured temperatures of minus 40 C. Torontonians assured us that this occurrence was most unusual too. So what are we to do when a garden beckons?

Nothing quite like mucking about in a garden….

Fall like the rain…..

My short fashionable all weather trench coat just did not cut it anymore. One walk to the bus stop and I was soaked! On a recent trip to a consignment shop, I found a long, very long red raincoat. It was probably relinquished with glee when the previous owner moved back to Toronto……no rain there, only deep snow! Once donned it looked a bit like a bag lady until I accessorised it with a pair of shiny navy blue Wellie boots. Now I can take on any storm.

Now I am hypnotised……

There is nothing like a garden to ground you and to keep you present. I while away the hours as I dig, make new features and discover lost treasures under the soil here at La Ravine. The steep slopes have their challenges and the miserable weather a test of patience. But slowly I chip away at my Canadian soil and carry my Canadian rocks to new corners of my garden. With each spade full of earth, I feel that I am getting closer to making Vancouver my home. I am most grateful for my red raincoat!

 

The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there. Ellie Rodrigues

There are rocks to be carried……

 

 

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I almost can cannot handle it…….

It had been months of preparation and finally the truck had been packed up with all our worldly possessions. You could not squeeze another toothbrush into the back of the neatly tessellated boxes. We had managed to downsize somewhat and I felt relieved that the loot had reduced to a more manageable amount. I waved at the already familiar truck driver as he rounded the corner. He had a good 40 hours of driving ahead of him across Canada. Did I ever realise how big this place was before we got here?

Another box to add to the pile....

Another box to add to the pile….

 

I have been waiting for this moment……..

The relief was tangible and I felt the stress just tumble off my shoulders. Now all that was left was to organise Josh’s travels and the 2 cars. The vehicles were fetched that evening by 2 flatbed trucks. The drivers walked around the 2 clean immaculate passengers. Even ‘they’ had been prepared for their trip to the west coast! The drivers strutted around and rubbed at the dust marks on the body work. But I knew these 2 beauties were ready and scratchless and could be winched into place. From there they would be driven into a carrier and securely tied down. Our pool table was going to be slide in alongside the cars. Another thing to tick off the ‘to do’ list!

My Highlander graciously takes up her position....

My Highlander graciously takes up her position….

It is good to be alive round about now…..

At 5am the next morning Josh was collected. He gingerly jumped into his crate and settled down on his familiar soft blanket. He looked across at me knowingly. I assured him ‘that the trip was shorter this time round.’ The last of my packing was done. What a relief! The next few days would be spent with family and friends. It was bitter sweet to say goodbye. I suppose the reality of what you have meant to people and what they have meant to you only really hits home when you leave. I was very honoured and touched by the outpouring of emotion. I am so grateful to them for being part of my life over these last 5 years. We hope that Vancouver will be on their favourite list of vacation spots in the near future.

I think I have finally found my Hallelujah….

The call came in at the airport that the truck in which are cars were traveling had met with an accident. No one was hurt fortunately….. except the cars! In true Canadian fashion a moose had walked out across the road and the truck had swerved to avoid it. What are the chances? Oh well, they are after all, just vehicles. I will be most grateful if the second truck gets to us safely. Hopefully no moose migration is imminent over the next few days.

The culprit.....

The culprit…..

Somehow I fancy a little red low- slung number. On second thoughts maybe an orange one……we are after all empty nesters with no ‘real’ responsibilities!

I could get used to this……

My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world....

My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world….

 

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Go for it!

Good one!

The words ring in my head as I spectate on the side of yet another match. There is a stash of supplies close by of protein rich sustenance and plenty of liquid to quench even the most insatiable thirst. It has been almost 25 years of running up and down the side lines. There were times when excitement pushed me to the limits and I took being the family ‘cheerleader’ to the next level! Many a red face gave me ‘the look’ while mom did her thing oblivious to any observers.

Oh I think I have found myself a cheerleader….

Ever since I joined the ranks of being ‘a senior’ and have hung up my proverbial ‘teacher boots,’ I have questioned my function not only in my family but in society. It is a humbling experience to go from this active role to one of finding purpose in your day. Yes, I know there is lots to be grateful for and I am. I also know how fortunate I am to be able to stay at home. I have revelled in this time and the many new exploits and endeavours have filled my days. But fortune has changed that lately as our main bread winner was given the handshake.   Initially there is the shock and the insecurity that floods one’s thoughts. Then the reality check and the deliberation of “what to do next.”

A spot of camping maybe.....

A spot of camping maybe…..

The prospect of moving countries again was entertained but quickly dismissed as we decided as a family that Canada is definitely to be our home. This was no idle thought as some promising openings came up and it had to be considered. So what were we to do in the meantime? We could go into overdrive and take the first job that came along or…..take some time off and get to know what that little voice sounds like again. The latter seemed to be much more attractive as extensive global travel and long hours had robbed us of our head of the household for far too long.

Our tentotik, a Canadian version of 'glamping.'

Our tentotik, a Canadian version of ‘glamping.’

Deep in a drawer was a folder. I had been collecting articles of all the local places that I would like to visit. It had been gathering dust as we could not find a gap in this busy schedule. As I was the one who would have to organise such outings, I had the advantage of choosing the first break away activity. I knew exactly which one it would be and pulled out the article on tentotiks. These are tent like structures that have been erected by the Canadian Parks Board in rural areas to encourage the intrepid camper. I love camping as it conjures up so many happy memories of lazy holidays along the coast of South Africa. Therefore there were no illusions as to the thought and effort that would go into making a trip like this happen.  So ‘glamping’ in style was an easier option. This meant that our heavy, thick canvas lion-proof tent could be left at home. Food, bedding and fishing paraphernalia was all that was needed. What a win!

The road less traveled...

The road less traveled…

In the last 2 months we have explored the ‘road less traveled.’ It has been a time to reflect and to consider what we feel is important to us as a family. One thing I know, there is still an active part for me to play here at home. I have been reminded never to underestimate the importance of this role. It might be unseen and sometimes feel trivial, but vital nevertheless.

All I need now is a colourful tutu and the largest pair of pompoms I can find!

 

 

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