Four grown kids, six delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
I've crammed ever so many hours of work into the last four days, wanting to free up time for my son and future daughter-in-law's visit this weekend. Today's usually my work-at-home today, but instead I'm getting my hair done this afternoon after meeting my husband in town for lunch. ("In town" is islander talk for the big world the ferry takes us to, where people where actual shoes instead of Helly Hanson boots . . . ).
So having squeezed an hour's run into my morning, I have to rush through a shower, dress, and catch that ferry. Not much time for blogging, although I did post some mystery recommendations over at my Reading Blog.
If I had time to write more, I'd probably just be complaining about the dismal grey weather and how very busy I am, which is boring, right? So it's much better that I just share these pictures of astonishingly charming hellebores basking in last week's brilliant sunshine.
A spring bag in that green? Or shoes? A scarf?
It might smell skunky, the Hellebore foetidus, but it's pale green blooms are the bomb!
Although its purple cousins and neighbours offer a dramatic contrast, creamy stamens against that boldly regal shade.
And there are more, darker blooms to come . . .
That's it. I'd better dash, but I have a What I Wore post lined up (featuring a new pair of Paris walking shoes). Hope your weekend is shaping up nicely. Are you worrying about that hour will lose when Spring springs forward on Sunday or will you surrender it happily in favour of longer light in the evening?