We're in the middle of what constitutes a heat wave here in normally rainy Vancouver -- no rain for a week or so and there's none forecast for the next week, with daily high temperatures of 25 today, moving to 27 by the end of the week. . . Mostly pleasant enough, I know, except that our condo exterior walls are mainly glass, and we face directly west. Plus if you know condo life, you know there are never enough windows to get a really good breeze through the bedroom. . . And so far, we don't have air-conditioning. So. I might be cranky before this little run of sunshine is over. . . Trying not to dwell too much on that beach I used to dip in three or four times a summer day when we lived on the island. . .
Today, we're heading off to visit our daughter and her family at a campsite ninety minutes outside the city. I'm not so keen on the drive (the car's not air-conditioned), but I'm looking forward to big trees and lake swimming and watching the Littles play outdoors.
But before I go, I'm sharing this little sketch and journal page from another trip to some green space, a space much nearer, right here in the city -- the VanDusen Botanical Garden, scene of our weekly date, arranged by Pater.
I'll transcribe for you:
On the top left: Rose hips in the shade, VanDusen Garden, July 22nd, 2018
We pedaled our bikes here -- it's all uphill and there's one killer along 37th, that I grumbled fiercely about when we did this last year. But Paul had Google-calendared me an "invitation" to a bike-and-lunch date and that did seem a decent use to make of a sunny July day.
Got the loaves of bread in and out of the oven by 10:15 -- poor planning, really, to bake in this heat when it's already tough to cool the condo.
Still, got those baked, had a slice each with soft-boiled egg, and we were on our bikes by 10:40, at the garden 11:10, walking and making notes on candidates for our own garden shortly after.
Pleasant lunch in the restaurant there, although the demographic holds up an uncomfortable mirror. . .
Reading Ursula LeGuin's No Time To Spare though and agree with her that denial of our incipient old age is foolish. . .
And before I throw my swimsuit and towel in a bag and head out the door (Pater's already in the shower, so momentum is now in the direction of departure. . . ) . . . I've posted my End-of-June Halfway-through-the-year 2018 Reading List over on my book blog -- I've linked some books to posts where I wrote about them and added brief comments for those that didn't get their own posts -- If you're looking for a book to tuck in that beach bag (or if, like me, you'd just as soon read in shade in the garden, even indoors), you might find a few good possibilities there. (As I mention in that book-blog post, you'll also find some great suggestions at Sue's.
Okay, gotta run -- there's a lake waiting for my splashes, some Littles to play hide-and-seek with. . . Comments always welcome, thank you!