Spring in the Harbour
Sunshine Coast B.C. Canada
Nonfiction, Travel, Canada, Western Canada, Adventure & Literary Travel, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik | ISBN: | 9781927812631 |
| Publisher: | Kobo | Publication: | May 12, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik |
| ISBN: | 9781927812631 |
| Publisher: | Kobo |
| Publication: | May 12, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Spring is late coming to call in Pender Harbour this year. Does that make you in the north feel better? Now you should know that by late I mean the cherry blossoms are out, but the froths of pink flowers haven’t formed archways along the streets yet. This is the beginning of April. Looking up Gunboat Bay a few days ago, fresh snow was visibly clinging to the mountains as far down as I could see. The snow had almost made it to sea level but a gentle southern breeze fluttered in and melted the “fairy dust” as I have recently heard it referred to. I am appreciating that it has left quietly and without a trace.
Spring translates into rebirth and renewal for me. The miserable snow is gone and the sun actually has some heat in it. Maybe not enough to warm your bones but possibly just enough to crisp your face, especially if it’s reflecting back from those sheets of ice that still cling to the lake surfaces for those of you in the Yukon! Here in the Harbour the rays are bouncing back from a sparkling ocean.
Spring is late coming to call in Pender Harbour this year. Does that make you in the north feel better? Now you should know that by late I mean the cherry blossoms are out, but the froths of pink flowers haven’t formed archways along the streets yet. This is the beginning of April. Looking up Gunboat Bay a few days ago, fresh snow was visibly clinging to the mountains as far down as I could see. The snow had almost made it to sea level but a gentle southern breeze fluttered in and melted the “fairy dust” as I have recently heard it referred to. I am appreciating that it has left quietly and without a trace.
Spring translates into rebirth and renewal for me. The miserable snow is gone and the sun actually has some heat in it. Maybe not enough to warm your bones but possibly just enough to crisp your face, especially if it’s reflecting back from those sheets of ice that still cling to the lake surfaces for those of you in the Yukon! Here in the Harbour the rays are bouncing back from a sparkling ocean.
