Wintering

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.” – Richard Le Gallienne

Wintering conjures up days of bruised sky, winking raindrops caught in green boughs and brightly coloured berries not yet eaten. It’s a long walk through lush forest and down by the lagoon, eventually finding an empty bench to sit socially distant with an old friend. There is more sun than rain this season (so far) and often, it feels more like spring.

One late afternoon poised between lingering light and enveloping dark, the scent of damp soil and growing things surrounded my senses lifting my heart. Coming home to glowing light, slightly drawn blinds and the tea kettle waiting for water added to the cozy anticipation in those last few steps. Simple pleasures rule the day as we dive deep into year two of the pandemic and now its variants.

Remnants of the holiday season can still be seen in the lone white paper snowflake hanging crookedly in an apartment window, in dangling coloured lights and the odd tree still draped in its December finery. But it’s the signs of spring that pepper my walks and catch my eye these days – the heavenly swathe of yellow daffodils that appear each year on a hill overlooking English Bay, delicate snowdrops appearing like gifts in unexpected places and creamy camellia blossoms poking through shiny green leaves.

January has left us with balmy days and snow-covered mountains, the lagoon and ocean teeming with feathered visitors from far away places and a lone Red Tail hawk haunting an awakening forest. There is random poetry pasted to utility boxes and brightly painted rocks scattered upon garden beds, more small pleasures to shore up against data that can smother one’s senses.

Still restricted to our local community means wintering inside amid a small stack of eagerly picked up books from the library, taking out a beautiful journal I’ve begun bravely jotting down words in and drinking winter teas as notes of ginger and chai swirl around me. It means getting to know the individual crows and sparrows that land on our balcony hoping for a peanut or two which sometimes includes naming them (Hi, Jack Sparrow!).

The languid days of bright spring and warm summer fled this wintering months ago, leaving me to my own devices and much shorter walks. Walks that nevertheless soothe my restless soul and reveal paths back to the time before…

Terry captured this regal pose of the lone Red Tail hawk that visited Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.) recently.

Snow finally arrived covering the overhead bridge we walk on to find our way to Beaver Lake here in Stanley Park!

We spent a magical St. Valentine’s Day walking the upper trails in Stanley Park, the air was so fresh and there was hardly a soul so we were free from wearing our facemasks!

About anotetohuguette

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 Wintering

  1. It looks wonderful. I remember how lush it was in the Pacific NW. Thanks for the stroll.

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  2. utahan15 says:

    terry could be kissin cousin to swoop the ute hawk mascot.

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  3. Eliza Waters says:

    Sounds lovely… winter walks can be so magical, esp. with a fresh coating of snow. Nice post!

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  4. murisopsis says:

    We are being frozen and buried in mounds of snow. Still I’ve been out nearly every day to geocache. It makes for a strenuous walk when you are going through knee deep snow… The crows have been gathering so I’m hopeful that Spring is on its way…

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    • Brr! I can’t believe you’re geocaching in the snow…there are several spots in our park filled with geocache treasure and I often look for them…most are tucked into damp rotting logs! And yes, spring is on its way (we have a blackbird chorus every evening and soon they’ll be nesting at the lagoon)…

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  5. ugetse says:

    Thanks Kim for another poetic walk into Stanley Park. I love the photos. Great capture of the hawk.
    πŸ˜˜πŸ’πŸŒΉβ€οΈ

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    • Access to the park & forest are a lovely retreat from the reality currently unfolding in our city by the ocean…I love your description of heading outside without our facemasks to feel the falling snow kiss our faces…it was a wonderful feeling! Thank you so much for joining me yet again on another beautiful walk, dear neighbour…

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  6. Thank you for letting us walk along with you on this beautiful winter walk Kim, it looks beautiful and the image of the red tailed hawk on the branch is one of many magic moments to treasure πŸ’œ

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    • We haven’t seen the hawk lately, it may have only stopped by on its way up country but he was a joy to see! Magical moments are wonderful to collect and share…thank you so much for spending a few moments on this winter walk with me, Xenia!

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  7. Beautiful writing as always, Kim. You evoke beauty from every season. A lovely thing about the Pacific coast is the startling arrival of spring. Soon soon! Thanks for taking me along on your wintering walk.

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  8. Erica/Erika says:

    Hi Kim, I have been advised by other bloggers the comments I left yesterday disappeared into spam folders or completely disappeared. I will try again. You may end up with two comments πŸ™‚Wow, Kim, A powerful quote by Richard Le Gallienne. Your beautiful descriptions read like poetry. You bring me right along on your walk. Your words β€œsimple pleasures rule the day…” evoke mixed emotions. You are right about the remnants of the holiday season, yet Spring peppers our walks. I also come across the brightly painted rocks on my walks. I am happy to read how you are writing in your journal. I love everything about your words, your post. The timing is right for me to read your post this afternoon. I have a Spring walking goal, and I need a nudge to get me out the door this afternoon. You have supplied this nudge and more. I will be attentive to all. Thank you! (By the way….careful on the Stanley Park trails)

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  9. Beautiful words Kim, you have such a richness to the way you write that makes me savour each piece you post.

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  10. What A Wonderful description. Your words does justify and add so much to your enjoyment and freshness of what a beautiful place You are walking along. Your words just flow and you write beautifully. Greetings from me πŸ™‚

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