By Maryanna Gabriel
Today I came into Victoria with my car loaded with goods for storage. I treated myself to a swim, and breakfasted in the inner harbour sunshine on a hotel patio. Divine. Avocado on toast with poached eggs and a bunch of other stuff. Seems the rage these days.
Quite by accident, and trying to avoid a massive bicycle race around Parliament, I stumbled on the James Bay Market. Such fun. I was so excited to be at a market that was not on Salt Spring.
Avoiding more bicycles, I picked up my birthday mail, (yay for birthdays!) and some Italian gelato. Love this time of year when the blackberries are ripening, corn is plentiful, and the heat feels like forever, belied by a change in light, and mornings cloaked in mist.
I am resting in my log house. It is nice and cool in here and I suspect it is haunted. It was built by pioneers and the heavy wood door opens and shuts whether there is a breeze or not. The owner's cat is curled up in the chair beside me and my knitting lies beyond. Idyllic.
It is good to rest. Packing up 28 years of one's life is exhausting.
The moving truck is coming and I am almost ready.