It was lovely--the weather was hot and sunny and I managed to visit all my family and squeeze in two trips to the best lake in the world, Sproat Lake, which was warm enough to swim in the crystal clear water and suntan on the beach! I was also able to visit with my good friend Melissa and Jenn at Rath Trevor beach, and on my last day made it to the Coombs market for a delicious lunch and then to nanaimo for some (okay, a LOT) of shopping. Let's just say that I made up for living in Dawson Creek for a year.
My nieces
I wish I had had my camera in Coombs, so that I could have shown a picture of the most delicious dessert ever. My mom and I each had a hazelnut ganache covered chocolate brownie. It was heaven. The consistency of cheesecake and it wasn't too rich and only about three bites big. Just perfect.
I also got my Nonna's recipe for spaghetti sauce which is very exciting. I will post it soon.
But, as trips tend to do, Saturday came quickly and I flew home after visiting my Dad in Van for a few hours. We went out to lunch and hit up the bookwarehouse before he and his girlfriend drove me to the airport. Isn't it crazy that I can fly home in only an hour and 25 minutes? If only it weren't so expensive I'd go all the time!
Well, here are some of the highlights, although I forgot to take a pic of me and my Mom...:(
Me and my little sis at Sproat Lake
Melissa and Jenn's little guys
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TO DREAM OF SKATING ON ICE
“To dream of skating on ice means satisfaction with a current project.”
--Dictionary of Dreams
Amidst white groves
Inside a lilac tree
I gaze at airy flights across a frozen lake.
Like soaring birds
We are all of us, skating on ice.
Spanning circuits
Dense, ring-shaped,
Effortless,
Dazzling as a diamond dream
Before the break.
Beneath the brightness, I see a shadow
And the semblance watches me.
A shrill remembrance,
The impervious stare of quartz:
A trade-off between tomorrow and the past.
The break below faces a ruptured skyline.
Its path
Squalls out for meaning.
The meaning is the sea.
I seize the mirror and the likeness mirrors me.
Beneath the brightness, a shadow floats
Under a pond of ice.
Freezing up in time and space
I drift inside the memory of a winter’s whorl,
Headed to where I came from.
Sabrina - Great pictures. The one of you on the ferry is gorgeous!
Are you coming back to the Island at all this summer?
Sabrina,
Amazing photos, darling! I love the one on the ferry, two, and the ones of the girls are fantastic. Well done, well done.
Am so glad you got to cash in on a free trip to BC. Although it makes me homesick, just thinking about the ferry (funny, how you rail against it at the time, but when you're away ... sigh.)
But I have you to live through. Until I stop all my globetrotting, and make my way back to the coast. It'll happen soon enough, I'm sure!
xoxo
Cute picture of David and Bronson... if I didn't recognize my own sons clothes I wouldn't know who was who. Would love a copie... I just went through mine and was disapointed I didn't take more that day. Was great visiting with you. Love, Melissa
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