Making magic with Lady Siobhan

Sean and I went to Piper's Lagoon the other day, for a change the tide was out and we were able to walk over to Shack Island. We talked to a woman there who told us that most of the shacks there were built in the 20's. Most are all boarded up. I would love to see inside them!



This is the house we're moving into! We have it for August so we'll move slowly over the month. It's an acreage with 21 apple tree's and a path leading to our very own beach! I can hardly wait to take my rootbound trees over there and put them in the ground.

Ithink these snap-dragons look like fancy grumpy old men with opinions on everything.

We went to "Whizzbang Stoked" a week or so ago, I wish I had taken more pictures!
On shack Island.

This is the Gabriola Pioneer Cemetary. The graves look like beds, most of them are broken.

I wrote this poem about 9 years ago, I think about it alot these days as I am truly happy now. It's wonderful to find exactly what you're looking for, and I wish the same for every single person on earth..............

I don’t know why you can’t see me
Why my shape can’t be revealed
Why I have to have such wide eyes
And ears for you to fill
With your feelings for another
As I sit here white and alone

I am ready now to overflow
I would welcome a public admission
The alarm I could set out
Blood-red on something thought already dead

Put your strong hands on me,
Feel for me, feel me
Define my outlines, they separate me from the air
Inside their boundaries I have been breathing
Waiting for someone to find me here

Faith took its time leaving,
When it did it took my butterflies,
The pounding blood behind my eyes
The essence that makes encounters potent,
Is gone as if I lost the privilege.

I lie, I am not empty yet
If I was, this hope would not retain its’ form…
That I should be loved by a man
A man!
No blindness, no deaf ears, will let him take an others’ path
But love, provide the need to find the very heart that I hold here.

I know that I could still exist, I could live on without his kiss
Without his hands to feel the part, beneath this shirt, above my heart
To encourage the blood to flow again
To pound in my ears, to warm my brain

If we do not meet, if we do not kiss;
I will still open my door in the morning,
I will still look at crowds and feel for life.
But should I die without those hands to love mine,
To love my lines and lips
When I wake again in another time,
Will I not be so far from sharing and hoping?
Will it not take my heart a work of art to learn a language,
That loss of faith erased from me?
Can you not see in my wide eyes, the silent way that I’ve disguised
Lust that’s lead down dead-end streets?
Let us meet, Let us meet.
Jennifer Finlay.

I took these pictures at Hatley Castle last weekend. These ferns were saucer-sized!

The doorbell to the castle
The Italian Garden
I loved the water themed dining room, this was beside the fireplace.

My most recent necklace, I was going to wait to put in better shots of it, but I'm too impatient to wait for my batteries to charge. I took these two just as they were dying. It's freshwater pearl and Labradorite, one of my favorite combinations.

All hearts all the time, These are moonstones. I think I'll call this 'love potion'

I'll be back SOON

The kids and I went to the "Paws for a cause" walk on Sunday. There were so many different kinds of dogs there. Below is the dog Oliver described as having a "popcorn head"

The lady who is carrying this dog above told us that hanging upside down like this is his favorite thing to do. He'll hang upside down off the sofa for hours. His headwas flopping around, and it really looked like he was smiling.
Oliver, Wendy, Girl, and Peter watching Rowan on the bouncy slide.

I'm avoiding scrubbing the kitchen floor at the moment. This an angel I saw outside the building Sarah and Maurice got married in. The gardens were so beautiful there, I could have spent hours wandering around in them. And I would have, if I wasn't at Sarah's wedding, and if the silver shoes I had borrowed off Wendy weren't lodging themelves in the dirt with each step.