Today it has been torrential rain blowing sideways and skies so dark I kept my blinds closed nearly all day. Mitzi slept for the past 24 hours - I lifted her out of bed a couple of times and put her down on the wet grass for a pee, after which she raced back in the house and back into bed. Sometimes I think that dog has more smarts than all us humans put together.
But, as it is stormy today, that means yesterday was nice - and it was. A perfect day for a walk around Chemainus Lake, where the reflections were brilliant, the forests were lush, and the creeks sparkled as they tumbled down the hills.
The trail held a few surprises for us though. Like this little hummingbird's nest that had blown from its bush in the previous day's wind:
And all along the trail - 2.5 kilometers circling the lake - someone had hung red and silver Christmas balls, in the trees, in the bushes, on a fallen branch. Suddenly a flash of colour and light caught our attention and there one would be, hanging in the woods, causing us to smile.
They brought a much needed note of cheer to the park, where a young man, only 22, lost his life a couple of weeks ago when his canoe overturned. Though a tiny lake, it is very cold and quite deep, and he could not make it to shore. We saw a memorial to him, a sweet reminder of his love of fishing, the memorial complete with a fishing pole, a container marked 'Worms', and a fishing knife along the the customary assortment of candles and flowers. I wondered if his friends and family had been the ones to decorate the forest with the Christmas balls. Having lost some of my own family close to Christmas, I know how it forever changes the season.
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| Rest in Peace Brayden Gale |
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| "In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks" ~John Muir~ |
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