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(at The Butchart Gardens, Vancouver Island, BC) It’s not to be,Hamlet,it’s two bee! 2Bs bee-ing,buzzing from blossomto blossom, picking up anddepositing floralrewards along the way. 2Bsare a blossom’sbonus, don’cha know,as the flowersmust, their intimate partsbee-ing tickledby bumbles dislodging pollenfrom male … Continue reading →

Fishin’, my father believed,did not necessarily mean catchin’,though catchin’ was nice, too,especially the tender little trouthe and my mother occasionallysnagged from the West Walker Riverhigh in the Sierra Nevada. Fishin’ rarely meant catchin’to my fly fishing husband,who’d grown up bait … Continue reading →

where, 64 years ago, youjust-minted high school graduate,decided to brave the waters of the Strait of Georgia, onthe coastal middle an islandcalled Vancouver, at a seaside resort calledthe Sea-esta, showing off,perhaps, just a little, for the teenaged daughterof the friends … Continue reading →

(for Louise and Bill Johnson, our friends on the 50th parallel in Campbell River, BC) ••• If we ever doubted that we are one world,that we share so much, come stand at, say, the 50th parallel, the circleof latitude that … Continue reading →

The pianist, live and in fine form,does not play “Tea for Two,”though we are two for tea this Sunday at the Empress,the queen of high tea in Victoria.Instead, he’s declaring, with rippling flourishes,what the world needs nowis love, which is … Continue reading →

(Victoria, British Columbia) Painted on the bricksof Bastion Squarethe simple request— MORE JUSTICE— each emphatic letterrendered, perhaps,by a unique hand, showing what’spossible when avariety of humans comes togetherkindly, cooperatively,for a common goal. Turn it into a prayer— MORE PEACE— this … Continue reading →

(for our Canadian friends) ••• As the kids say,it’s been a minute— like two yearsof minutes— since we’ve foundourselves in Victoria, but we’ve once again leftbehind the selves we know to be wreathed inCanadian kindness, trading our dollarsfor loonies, our … Continue reading →

He standson an oyster shell-encrusted rockat low tide in this protected bay,barely a breath of wind,safely surrounded by a shallow moat, while I, a respectful distance away,perch on my own rock and watch himdig that long, sharp bill under a … Continue reading →

(for Monika in Sidney, B.C.) After a supper of fishand chips, our friend walksus through her town to tucked-away footpathsleading to the sea—like streams that barely remember their livesas clouds, their momentsas rain, now melding into saltwater, the sourceof every … Continue reading →

on your heart, peel away skinand muscle and bone to touchwhat the rockstar surgeon saw, feel it flubdub against your palms,turn it over with great tenderness,would your fingers trace the barnacles that have eruptedlike calcified volcanoes? Knowthat they’re more animal … Continue reading →