Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Daring to Believe It's Spring

The city of Vernon in the North Okanagan is home to a blue heron rookery. A terrible wind storm early last summer did considerable damage, destroying several nests and killing some adult birds.

I was in their neighbourhood last week and happened to glance up. There they are, waiting for yet another mini-snowstorm to blow through. It was lovely to see these birds return.

It's vastly amusing to me to see these tall wading birds so high up in the trees. I wish them success in this coming breeding season.

I apologize for the quality of the photos, taken with my cell phone. It was brutally cold and the light was flat with overcast skies.

So while I've been recovering from surgery these past few weeks, I've been working away at spinning the blue-green silk that's my current obsession. The sun was shining so beautifully a few days ago that I laid out some skeins from this winter, to catch the light. The sheen from silk is breathtaking, and I know these photos (taken with a real camera) don't do them justice. Still, I'm pretty happy with it.

A little Canadian dime (10 cent piece) puts the yarn to scale... if you know how small a dime is.

This is what true contentment looks like.

1 comment:

  1. I have a special love of Herons. I'm lucky to have a family crest, on which (officially) is a 'Stork or Heron'. Seeing as there are no Storks where my family come from, I presume it's a Heron. I occasionally see them here too.