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We and the Bird
I'm late to this party. And it is one I shouldn't have missed. Liza Lee Miller, a wonderful blogger from California, friend, and frequent visitor to the House, is the current host of I and the Bird. Really I should have contributed a post (and if memory serves me I missed another time she hosted…
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Grocery Delivery
The first sealift ship of the season has arrived, late last night around 10:00pm
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Losing the battle
And once again dad loses the battle in that epic struggle of trying to get Hilary to eat her supper.
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Oh…
It feels very much like late fall right now. Constant drizzle, and a cold steady wind that says "Winter is right behind". In fact when the clouds clear away from the top of King George you can see some snow has fallen up there. I was in need of a smile just now, and one…
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Lion’s Teeth
I remember being a little startled when I first saw a Dandelion up here. There isn't, after all, a lawn to speak of within hundreds of kilometres of here. I was even more surprised to learn that the Dandelion species that are up here probably are not one of the common introduced species seen in…
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Warm
I've not warmed to HDR photos quite yet. Having said that, sometimes it really works. I think this photo was one of those times.
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Raven in flight.
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Seal watch
The weather this past weekend was golden. Calm, sunny and temperatures around 10C to 12C. It was what this summer should have aspired to be. We took advantage of it, berry picking, drives and hanging out outside. Late last week we discovered that a large iceberg that had been grounded out at Nuvua (one of…
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Berry season
The Blueberries are ripe. Well some are, and others are heading that way. I've grown to appreciate the blueberries up here, although I have to admit I mocked them for awhile. After other places I've been, I found them small, and few and far between. Ah but now, now I know they have a rich…
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Torpor
Last night, I sat marveling at the scene before me. Stretched out on a steep hill, lazily picking blueberries while Hilary sat beside me, eating the blueberries I was picking and nattering away incessantly. Below was Marcil Lake and beyond that Adam's Sound. There was barely a breath of wind, and in the late evening…
