It has been a beautiful cool Spring here on Southern Vancouver Island.
Nesting robins, well-washed jays, a snoozing barred owl in the cedar, giant black and yellow bees in the rosemary, hovering wasps in the overwintered cilantro, apples bloomed and set, a good crop of mache, spinach, and peas, early potatoes on the way and next winter’s leeks planted out.
Lilacs bloom.
Up the road, lambs are in the field.
This afternoon, pale continents of hypnotic high cloud float in from the south west above the Saanich Inlet, eagles gliding beneath the swirling, pulsing perch scale patterns.
Venus hides beside the Sun.
She will come out when the corn is ripe.