As you know, my eldest brother Krystopf got married to the lovely Atlas on the 7th of July in Vancouver, and the Pie and I took the opportunity to head out west and explore both Vancouver itself and Vancouver Island, where I spent five years of my childhood. It was a good opportunity to see old friends and old places again, and we met so many new people who are now part of our (extremely large) extended family. It was also fun to show the Pie some of the places I remembered growing up.
We saw and did so much in the 12 days that we were gone that I can’t even begin to cram it all into one blog post. I will therefore be doling it out every couple days (interspersed with your regular DIYs, so you don’t get bored!) for the next little while. I learned some new recipes while I was gone and we ate soooooooooo very much food, so you’ll get to hear all about it.
We’ll start off slow, though. The weather while we were out west was remarkable, in that it was sunny every day (which you know is rare for that side of the Rockies). We stayed at Atlas’ parents’ house in Coquitlam, a suburb of Vancouver, and their house is perched halfway up a hill with a great view of the river and surrounding cities. This is the night-time view.
Atlas’ parents have a fascinating little garden at this place (they also have a hobby farm outside of town where they keep all sorts of things). I’m a sucker for sunshine shining on plants (because I see it so rarely here in St. John’s), so I took tons of pictures of the wee garden, which was right outside our bedroom window.
These look like giant thistles, but I’m sure they are something else entirely.
Those things that look like beans are actually curly leaves.
But I wish they were beans. I like beans.
And so many flowers tucked in every corner.
And some illicit flowers as well.
You might be familiar with this plant. It’s called giant hogweed, and its sap, if you get it onto your skin, acts as a magnifier for UV rays, so you can easily get yourself a third-degree sunburn if you aren’t careful. They are a banned plant in Ottawa, and probably many other cities as well. Atlas’ parents, however, cook with the seeds, so they keep the plants around.
They made me feel quite tiny wandering between their stalks (careful not to touch them, of course).
And it seems I wasn’t the only visitor to the garden on this day.
The ladybug kindly stayed still long enough for me to take a million photos.