Last night I felt a strong connection to this beautiful piece of property we own. Of course we've spent a year getting to know it - we started gardening, planting, pruning, imagining and creating our outdoor spaces. But that was working with the dirt, the plants, the trees. Last night was different.
It was almost midnight, and I’m usually long asleep by then, but last night I felt antsy for some reason. Jim was sound asleep as I tiptoed over to our bed and grabbed my favourite blanket. I turned off the lights and carefully made my way to the black mesh steno chair perched at our little glass table, overlooking our terraced land. I swivelled, snuggled in, covered up and gazed out... taking in the peace, tranquility and silence around me. The only sound was Jim’s steady breathing and the comforting call of a close-by loon, likely floating on the ocean only a few dozen feet below our lot.
The absent moon was still behind the treed mountain directly across the road to the east but the sky was still bright enough to reveal shapes, shades and shadows. The large picture window made an instant frame for me to view the night sky from. I made out the jagged edge of a tall spruce on the left, its branches draped slightly as if bowing. I was soothed watching the shimmering sea between us and Port McNeill. I enjoyed the glow from the amber street lights, reflecting as golden ropes laid out on the tranquil waters of Broughton Strait. As I stood and stretched I heard the chug, chug, chug of a lone fisherman motoring past Rough Bay. Time and tide wait for no man.
That was ‘a moment’, as they say, that I will treasure for a long time. As summer approaches, I’m positive that many warm evenings will be spent outside, sitting in our second hand folding camping chairs ,watching the night sky while we contemplate our good fortune and blessing in finding this beautiful land on Malcolm Island.
Love the imagery Tricia. You truly have arrived home.
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