Monday, February 3, 2014

By what way is the light parted?

Lately, I've been reading a short novel I picked out at the local thrift store.  Sisters of Grass by Theresa Kishkan.  Funny the way that books will sometimes jump off the shelf at you.   I picked this novel up for no apparent reason only to realise that it takes place in the local area.  It is a story of a young girl with mixed heritage, growing up on a ranch in the Nicola Valley over a century ago.  The book is a light read but description of local heritage and they way in which the author writes of the land has me eager to pick up the book, yet reluctant to near the end.   Funny enough, upon researching the writer, I found out she currently lives in a small coastal town, neighbouring the town that I grew up in.   Synchronicity seems to be showing up in my life a lot lately. 
I am finding that the more I read, the more I seem to journal.  I often find myself jotting down notes or passages from the books I am absorbed in.  I particularly like how this novel mirrors the colours in my current notebook.

This weekend has passed in a blur.  Uncle G and Aunty C came by for a visit again, this time coming along with Aunty R and Uncle A.   We spent the morning conversing over a pot of hot tea a plate full of Dr. Weil's millet scones.  R and A brought us a large potted flower as a housewarming gift, perfect to brighten up the kitchen table.  With the passing of Imbolc just yesterday I have been thinking a lot lately of spring.  Although there is still a good few feet of snow on the ground, and this weekend's temperature had dropped somewhere near -27 degrees, it does feel as though warmer weather is just around the corner. 
Uncle G and Aunty C were kind enough to let us borrow their snowshoes for a little longer.  With last weekend's constant fog and my ever persistent head cold we never got the chance to try them out.  Even though the constant fall of snow never let up A and packed a small picnic and a couple thermoses of spicy chia tea and headed out into the bush.  Walking was awkward at first but after a little practice and with the help of some vintage bamboo poles we quickly got the hang of it. 

 It looks awkward because it was.
The reason behind the Aunts and Uncles quick visit was to drop off some family items to us.  Uncle G and Aunty C recently downsized and were looking to rehome some heirlooms.   We gladly accepted two hunting trophies that belonged to my late Grandfather: a set of not-so-big bighorn sheep horns and the largest rack of whitetail deer antlers I have ever seen.  Both had been refinished on a red and gold mount which couldn't match our paint colours any better.  We also received a refinished Winchester 30-30 rifle which used to belong to my dad in his hipster days.
Last summer, much to A's dismay, I had purchased some funny little spring loaded stag heads, not quite sure knowing what their purpose was.  Upon research I learned that they are commonly used as a gun rack. After a quick coat of black paint both A and I agree that the look quite hilarious holding my rifles to the wall.

I love how the trophies add to the cabin feel of the house. 

 Dad's older Winchester 30-30 and my current Savage Arms 22 LR

I do believe we have become quite hick.

1 comment:

  1. I do believe you might be right! Love the photos, the horns and antlers look quite at home in your place. XO, V.