I’ve talked about moving back to the Island, and…it’s happening.
The car’s packed and my little hairy friend and I leave bright and early tomorrow morning.
I’m going to substitute teach until the end of the school year, and then begin my permanent job in September.
It’s been a rough winter in this new town, so I’m looking forward to getting back to familiar territory and settling in for the long haul.
I took lots of photos on our evening walk through the hood tonight. It may not be home, but it’s beautiful.
I was hoping to take some photos of the light dusting of snow on the mountains.
Although I’m vehemently anti-snow, I can admit it has a certain beauty…when viewed from a great distance.
Wouldn’t you know it–it began snowing lightly when I embarked on my picture-taking walkabout. The mountains were totally obscured by clouds. I was cold and damp; the pin of my Remembrance Day poppy poking me in the neck because I’d zipped my jacket so high.
Don’t even ask about my Chihuahua, who was wearing a heavy sweater under her new winter jacket. (She waddled like a Butterball Turkey on its way to market!)
This is winter on the Coast.
Walking relaxes me and clears my head. It’s healthier and more socially acceptable than my other coping technique–wine.
Thankfully, my new town on the Sunshine Coast (how can you not smile when you hear that name?) is filled with gorgeous spots to wander.
The dog and I discovered a peaceful duck-filled marsh practically on our doorstep.
Normally I like my walks to end at Starbucks, but I’m feeling a marsh-ian vibe these days. Watching those gangly frizzy-feathered ducklings trooping past almost makes me forget the first sip of a piping hot nonfat latte.
What do you do when it all gets to be too much?
Ruby red blackberries
King of the ducks