The vibrant blue native camas is in full bloom.
This plant grows in and around the Gary Oak Meadows here in Victoria.
The First Nations Peoples used the root for food.
My walking partner and I went out for lunch at Lure
then we sauntered along the ocean front near Victoria's Inner Harbour.
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and there were lots of people out and about enjoying the fine weather.
The scenery is aways changing on the waterfront...
boats, sea planes, kayaks, the Coho Ferry,
seals, otters, gulls, blue herons
Along the wide walks
we jostle for position
baby carriages, joggers, walkers, and runners all share the space.
People sit on park benches and admire the view.
Picnic blankets are spread with snacks.
Tourists take photos.
The snow covered peaks of the Olympic Mountain range look so close
their stunning beauty frames the vista.
We chatter as we walk and gather speed...
I made the mistake of wearing my new periwinkle blue shoes without socks and today I have blisters on my heels.
(I should have worn my Merrell walking shoes with socks.)
I wore the same shoes to the beach on the previous day outing with the grandchildren.
They were fine on the sand and easy to transition back to the gravel lined playground where we played on the swings.
Mount Baker, which usually is in full view, was shrouded by low lying clouds.
The afternoon was chilly and the sky was grey.
The Willows Tea Room reopened for the season on April 29th.
This was where I would take mom.
Often we would sit with a pot of tea
watch the passers by and sail and power boats on the sea...
Mom would smile
she was happy here.
Mom always loved an outing to Willows Beach.
The Esplanade was a picturesque and gentle walk...
on a windy day she'd laugh at us braving the walk
in the rain with our brollies
she'd say how silly of us to try and walk
in this beastly weather
Yet we would finish the walk and somehow feel energized.
When I revisit places that Mom and I regularly frequented
I feel a sadness creep in...
it is
not anything too overwhelming
but my throat gets tight
and then I breathe as I picture her there beside me.
Our summertime picnics at Willows were always an adventure.
My basket with silverware and fine bone china
made passers by stop and comment.
My sister and I will be spreading Mom's ashes this coming week.
We have finished most of what we need to do for her estate and are ready to toast to Mom and dine in her favourite spot.
First we will swim in the pool
followed by a massage
and relax...
perhaps we'll even hop in the hot tub after dinner.
Mom and Dad in the early 1950's.
Dad died in 2007 and Mom in 2017
I'd like to think that they have been reunited and are watching over us as we remember, honour and celebrate their lives.
~ Love and Family ~
the greatest gifts that I will cherish forever.
Hope that you have a lovely weekend.
Thank you for stopping by The Humble Bungalow Blog.
XO
