Seasons Passing

Fall coming to Bowen Island. It's a very strange sensation. This is the first change of season I've experienced somewhere other than in southern Ontario. I guess this means I'm really living here, and not just visiting! The golden and red sugar maples are conspicuously absent here. OK, the arbutus trees make up for it with their bare, sensuous branches and fat, glossy leaves. The kids are back at school - a NEW school - and all the lessons and activities are starting up. They have made a lot of new friends, which is a relief. It helps a lot when you are missing old friends. I'm hoping we will settle into a routine soon, because right now it just seems as if we are rushing from one place to another with barely a moment to breathe. Luckily my twice daily ferry commute allows me time to take a deep breath and enjoy the scenery. I feel like a tourist when I board the ferry, because I still spend most crossings on the top deck, braving the wind and watching the mist rise from the mountains. I hope the excitement I feel being surrounded by mountains and ocean never wears off!