But he had some words for me:
After days and days of rain, the water that has washed down the hills and into all the drainage systems is emptying itself into the sea.
The river is brown with the silt that has no chance to settle because of the quick flow of the extra volume.
Here, the river is near the estuary, and the tide is coming in while the river is flowing out. The tide wins though, and backs up the river. It’s quite the battle, with the volume from the extra rainfall pushing against the tide.
On the left side of this photo you can see the top of the retaining wall that is usually visible and dry to a height of about eight feet from the top (I’m guessing), now breached and letting water through.
Here is a closer look. The road is beyond the river, to the left. Comox is on the left side of the river; Courtenay on the right.
On the right side of the river, the trees and shrubs that line the walkway along the riverside are flooded at the moment. Once the water recedes, they should be all right, but the high water level is very close to flooding this parking lot.
I just know that this summer, when we have our heat waves and drought, I’ll wish for some of this excess water to give my petunias a drink.
I hope the darker events of the past year will wash away just as this flooded muddy river will empty itself in the sea, and like the river, our lives will be rejuvenated by fresh spring rains and plenty of happy sunshine.
So as the old year is done, and the new one comes in, I say, “Out with the old, and in with the new.”
I posted this a few years ago, but I still love it. My niece’s son and his friend are hesitating at the brink of the rink.
Keep in mind that when you’re three years old … things look different.
Are the bundles of clothing your mom makes you wear bulkier and heavier when you’re three?
Is that ice more slippery when you’re three?
Is it harder to “be a man” when you’re three?
Does it take more guts be brave in front of your buddy when you’re three?
Is that skating rink a mile wider when you’re three?
Do bruises from falling on the ice hurt more when you’re three?
Is life more exciting every minute of the day when you’re three?
Yes, yes, YES!
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Hi, I’m Crispin.
Time for my Christmas dinner. I know that little seed in front of me doesn’t look like much, but there are more in the jar.
I’m just saying grace before I eat this special meal. See how I put my hands together to say grace? I don’t care for turkey so I’ll stick to sunflower seeds for this Christmas. All you turkeys out there, you can thank me later.
These are the fish placemats I started almost a year ago. By the time I got to the nearly finished stage, I had lost my enthusiasm to do much quilting in between the fish. You might be able to see where I did a tiny bit of quilting in the second to last placemat, but I soon decided that it was a waste of time and not really necessary.
They are each flawed in their own way, so that makes them unique. That, and the fact that I was making it up as I went along without a pattern or any idea of where I was going with it.
The back of the placemats is of the same material as the binding around the edges. When I get tired of looking at fish, I can flip the placemats over. This project has taken me so long that by the time I was putting the binding on, I didn’t much care if the corners weren’t exact or the edges a bit wobbly.
I was just glad to get them finished.
Now all I need is a meal to put on the placemats.
I wonder what would happen if I served fish on these mats.
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