Garry Oak

beautiful, and better

This week has been beautiful. It has also felt much longer than a week. I could easily be led to believe that the days have always been structured just so, that is the extent of my settling into this new routine. My new job (yes, another and they just keep getting better and better) settles nicely into that place between breakfast and mid/late afternoon, weekdays. It's refreshing. My commute is a 30 minute walk, mostly along the ocean. Tuesday morning, I saw otters playing in the grass beside the path. The greening, flushing out of trees is continuing. Chestnut branches are like candelabras with their pillars of flowers. We went for a pre-birthday brunch and wildflower walk last Sunday, a gloriously sunny, 21-degree day.

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I'm staying up "late" to write this (with a 4 a.m. wake up tomorrow, bedtime shifts much earlier) because it feels important, a kind of commitment to myself. The cats have just come in from their evening posts on the front steps, and we're settling in. Today began with a nervous drive to work and flew by in the way that balancing baking trays and trays of tarts and pastries on a timeline does. Not a single stall on the way home today (!) and I was stuck behind a bus too.

This evening we came home smelling of hay and horses. We filled big bags with loose timothy hay swept from the floor of my uncle's trailer*. At $30 for a medium-sized bag at the pet supply store, it felt almost like driving home with a car full of sweet-smelling gold. I am so grateful for the generosity of our relatives here. Last night we came home with three dozen multicoloured eggs after visiting J's parents.

Driving out to visit my aunt's horse with our car full of hay, the sky glowed vibrant pink and orange behind tall Douglas-firs and old Garry oaks. It rained a little this afternoon, in a soothing, refreshing way. Sometimes life on this island seems so delicate and precious. Soon endangered Garry oak meadows will fill with resplendent waves of purple satin flowers, white fawn lilies and pink shooting stars. But looking down at the smooth rock and gnarled roots, I'm reassured.

* if anyone in Victoria is looking for a good source of hay please let me know

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