Wearing off the wine, one hike at a time.

Karen and I have been home from for almost three weeks, and I haven’t managed a single post.  It’s been a mad flurry of friends, gardening, filing our taxes, check-ups, a few computer glitches, and getting back into the summer groove of village life.

While it’s all a bit of a blur, & we’re very happy to be home, I want to back-track & share a bit more of our time in British Columbia.

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Marmite and Vegemite Go Spread to Spread

It’s a battle of the yeasts!  Yeast vs yeast, which will reign supreme?

There’s really no cool way to jazz up a comparison between two iconic yeast spreads, is there? Regardless, I found myself with a jar of each in the cupboard, and knew that a challenge was in order.

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Doo Doo Doo, Lookin’ Out My Back Door

There’s an almost constant soundtrack running in my brain.  I’ve mentioned this before. Sometimes, it spontaneously bursts out of my mouth and drives poor Karen crazy.  For the most part, I try to keep the songs locked up in my head.

Since the first morning at this house sit, nestled in the forest of the Highlands of Vancouver Island, Lookin’ Out My Back Door has been looping round and round. Continue reading

Another Bumpy Re-entry

Alternate title: Jet Lag is an Asshole.

Re-entry (or coming home) can be a bumpy ride. I’ve been to Europe a few times, but until recently returning to Canada from Australia, I had never fully appreciated the effect of jet lag. I’ve learned a few things about this physiological condition called desynchronosis since being smacked right between the eyes with it. This was a painful lesson.

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I Have a Confession to Make.

This isn’t easy for me to put into words. I feel the need to explain myself. Please read this post with an open mind. I know this is going to be very controversial. I can already hear the gasps; I can see the heads shaking in befuddlement; I can imagine you questioning my sensibilities. Deep breath. Here goes. Continue reading

Let Me Introduce You! Marylin Carter

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Marylin, proudly showing off a mug made by her daughter, Cara, of Chasing Fire Studio.

Marylin is the very embodiment of creativity. She sees beauty all around her and knows how to enhance any space.

Step into Marylin’s yard, and you are surrounded by colour and texture, light and shadow, along with vignettes of decorative touches making her garden a gallery to be browsed and explored.

If you are lucky enough to be invited into her home, you will be embraced by more lovely touches, in addition to her warmth, hospitality, and humour.

 

You may remember an earlier post about ceramics artist, Cara Carter. I am finally bringing you Cara’s mom, and my amazing friend, Marylin! Here she is, in her own words.

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The Woodchuck Work Party.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

What does it even mean to chuck wood?  I’ve never understood that silly tongue twister. If it means hauling and stacking firewood at my parents’ house, the Woodchuck family chucked 5 cords on the May long weekend, and had fun doing it!

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This is only a fraction of the wood that awaited our arrival (there were a few more piles here and there in the yard; don’t think we got off this lightly!).

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