No matter the season, it is always beautiful. Eddie and Sadie ran ahead to the river. It was high and fast, so Sadie B didn't get to swim, much to her disappointment.
|Sadie: Mom, can't I go in? Please? Please?|
We headed off to the estuary, where the fields stretched out to the ocean and islands beyond,
|Estuary in winter, sun low and shadows long|
but the fields were too boggy and the channels of water to wide to cross.
|Wet and mucky|
So we headed back to where the path forms a t-intersection, and went south instead of north. There we crossed another field,
|Margaret and Rajah bringing up the rear|
and were able to walk along the raised berm for a while. Soon however, it petered out. Sadie led the way down through the grasses. Can you find her in this picture?
|Sadie, Gail and Eddie search for a route across the streams|
Frost lay like lace on the straw-like grasses,
|Lace on Straw|
And the old corn stalks along the road poked up through a skiff of ice.
|The remains of last year's harvest in ice|
Snow capped the nearby mountains,
|Snow in the hills|
And yet, young fronds of fern poked through the ground,
|Ferns seeking out the winter sun|
And even in winter, beauty is everywhere.
|Chemainus River at Swallowfield|
And on the local news tonight, the cherry trees are blossoming in Victoria.
Spring is just around the bend.