I heard from the wood supplier. Phew. It’s over! They accepted my counter offer. I am relieved. I was horrified by their bill and sent payment withholding $300. I have never ever done that before.
It was kind of scary walking Sheba Saturday morning. The wind was really strong and I didn’t like hearing the branches creaking, breaking and falling to the ground. I hurried every time I had to cross under hydro wires. We’d already had one power failure before I went outside.
I spent the morning pruning the wild bushes in my yard and burning my clippings and the fallen branches. And—wait for it—I started doing my taxes; I made barely a start but it whetted my whistle to get them done.
The wind calmed down somewhat just before I left for the Farmers’ Market. When I got home I was too pooped to do anything; I napped. I think all the garden building and wood sacking got to me.
I met Jennifer at the beach. She’s a nurse practitioner and her husband is a retired prof. They came to visit Gabriola on Dec. 21stof last year. They came to spend Christmas here but when they saw this island they bought a home the next day. They fell hard for this place and they wanted out of America and its polarized politics.
It’s incredibly warm. It’s really exquisite outside. I have all the screened doors and windows open (and no bugs).
|This is the density of pine cone bud wrappers that land|
on my deck PER HOUR! Click on the photos to enlarge
them (but you lose the captions).
|This is the side of Buttercup Street, the street you use to|
access my house from North Road. There are tons of
daisies all over the island.
|This is the field to the left of where I took the curb-side photo|
|This is the field to the right of where I took the curb-side photo|
|above and below: The Farmers' Market this morning.|
|A favourite stop at the market is the Candy Girl. She's|
a charmer and we talk every week. She's going to try to
make lemon rind marshmallow for me.
|This is my street. You can see why I say I live in a park.|
|This is my conifer garden. It looks better in 3_D but like|
all new gardens, it looks like land with smallpox.
|The tide was way out at Sandwell Park.|
|Walking way out, the Geoducks squirt water out of these|
holes all over the beach. The water shoots out waist-high.
They are huge clams.