The Lost Chronicle

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

A winter walk two days after a fierce overnight snowfall left the air so cold, it carried the remnants of burnt wood on each inhale, its oxygen so pure among the tall cedars it left me lightheaded as I made my way to the rolling surf. The primordial sound of the forever waves invited new energy to rise from dormant places within, while an otherworldly call from a crow rose as if from the very sea itself, my eyes later finding it perched safely upon a series of glistening rocks adding to the ethereal atmosphere…how was I to know that this would be the final storm of the season, its stark beauty destined to be overtaken by lush green?

And yes, there is new growth erupting from winter-weary trees and bushes despite winter’s last stand with chubby robins congregating on newly verdant lawns, feasting upon unseen morsels while the crows and gulls wheel overhead beneath a crystalline sky. Brilliant sunshine and yellow witch hazel brighten the waning of this winter heralding warmer days to come…

I recently noticed a winter advertisement for the movie, “A Wrinkle in Time”, based upon the book by Madeleine L’Engle, prompting me to wander through our library’s digital catalogue to look for any titles I may have missed, having read so many of her books over the years. As a young adult her books kept me company in between shifts worked at a newly opened long term care facility as I navigated living on my own for the first time. Imagine my surprise to see a title I thought lost, a small novel belonging to a quintet, a “lost chronicle” now found. It’s called, “The Young Unicorns”, blending both fantasy and suspense in the always fascinating city of New York – her familiar pages now keeping me company each evening before spring’s lengthening light calls me away from cozier pursuits. There are small piles of sooty snow still to be found at the edges of the park even as cherry blossoms punctuate the last day of winter in delicate pink, yet another chronicle lost to time waiting for me to stumble upon it once again.

Ethereal fog captured on one of our last days of winter overlooking Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

One of the many paths in the forest beckoning us from hibernation in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.). Spring is here after a long winter’s nap!




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I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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27 Responses to The Lost Chronicle

  1. michnavs says:

    It always amazes me to read about winter, spring and autumn…as obvious as it seemed we only have summer and rainy season my imagination would really run wild whenever i read about the three other seasons…you have brought a smile on my face becuase you again added layers to my imagination about winter and spring..

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    • Your words remind me of your summer rain poems…the nuances of nature are never-ending and a joy to document…when I worked full-time and finally took that leap to move to Mexico, I was amazed at what I was missing…thank you so much, Mich, for leaving such lovely words!

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  2. Quirky Girl says:

    Happy first day of spring! Your writing has helped me stay warm and cozy through the winter, and I’m sure your words will continue to bring bursts of sunshine through the spring. πŸ˜‰

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  3. Shirley says:

    As they say Spring has sprung, the grass has riz. It is fun to see the birds busy nest building, some not even stopping for a rest. Heads down looking for the perfect twig, so their babies to come will be comfy. Pass the bushes and a chorus springs forth, the Junko’s chirping away in unison. The sun is off an on, giving a flash of hopefulness.
    Love your blog.

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  4. Rilke makes my heart trip πŸ™‚ I love the imagery of the congregation of chubby robins. xx

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  5. I love these two photos, Kimberlee! Hope spring is being as kind to you as it is to us here in Seattle. πŸ™‚

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  6. Your words are like poetry Kim. It has been a long winter. I have been keeping a close eye on the birds. They were so very hungry this year and have eaten every morsel I put out. Wishing you a glorious spring 🌼🌼🌼

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    • What sweet words…thank you so much, Brigid…I adore your notes! It’s raining this morning but that hasn’t stopped the chickadee from singing his spring song and I can hear the blackbirds talking in the leafing chestnut trees! I hope you are sitting in your pink chair enjoying the view…

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  7. So glad Spring is there!! πŸ™‚ And I love A Wrinkle in Time. You are such a sweetheart, Kimberlee. FYI it looks like I’m going to take a break from blogging for a while. Plan to post about it tomorrow on #ForgivingFridays…. We’ll see! I wanted you to know because you’re so great and have regularly visited me!! Bless you, Kimberlee. Love, Debbie

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    • Thank you for this and for letting me know…I’ve been wanting to spend more time visiting blogs these days but life has a way of sending one in a different direction! I’ll definitely pop by today…I appreciate your lovely comments and treasure our connection, Debbie!


  8. markmkane says:

    Even though I don’t really experience winter where I live, I’m glad that I can vicariously experience what it would feel like to actually be there through your descriptive words. You encapsulate the right vibe to transport me there. Thanks for always sharing Kimberlee!

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  9. Miriam says:

    Your words are like brilliant sunshine and hope Kim, truly a breath of fresh air. Here our days are getting shorter and the air is becoming chilly so your words were welcome. A beautiful post. 🌸

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    • Thank you so much, Miriam…your lovely words are a joy to read…spring is playing hide & seek these days, it’s still snowing on our local mountains while down here at sea level we get chilly rain but luckily, the flowers don’t seem to mind!

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  10. Lovely writing, Kim. I love your reflections on the changing seasons, on small discoveries whether they be budding trees, patches of sooty snow, or an unread book to cozy up with. Happy Spring… finally. πŸ™‚

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  11. Robin says:

    Happy spring, Kim! I love your first two paragraphs. They are wonderfully descriptive, wonderfully written. It occurs to me that I have never read anything by Madeleine L’Engle. Perhaps it’s time I did. πŸ™‚

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  12. It must be the magical time of the year when winter gives way to spring – when new life blooms. Wishing you more time outdoors while you still enjoy the company of the wonderful book that is keeping you company. Here the days are getting longer and the sun stronger, we are approaching a very warm desert summer.

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    • Spring ebbs & flows…there is rain, snow is still falling on the mountains and there is the healing warmth of the sun with the heady fragrance of flowers in the air…I’m eager to spend more time walking in the forest and I can’t wait for the first picnics of the season. Your words, “a very warm desert summer” sound so exotic, I can almost feel it!

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