Posted by: Kate | September 21, 2016

The Year of the Apple 

I am surprised I am not dreaming of apples, frankly. 

The tree has been more loaded this year than ever and I have been busy processing apples into my freezer.


The tree is not empty yet, and I am giving bags away. Mr. Kate suggested I put little baggies of apples on all the neighbours’ doorknobs.


Baking them into single serving pies and tarts works as well!

Always grateful for garden bounty, but some days I need a bigger family!

Posted by: Kate | September 11, 2016

Wrapped in Love

When babies are born, knitters get busy! A friend’s granddaughter arrived in August, and I couldn’t let her arrive without a blanket.

The design is my own, a log cabin. The yarn is what I had on hand. 

Bassinet size, snuggle soft.

Posted by: Kate | September 4, 2016

Out with a Fizzle….

The last week of August felt decidedly like fall, although today the sun is finally back. The rain and cooler temperatures confused the garden. And there is a cold virus making the rounds that both Mr. Kate and I have caught.

But aside from all that there have been some lovely moments in the past few weeks.


A baby blanket made it off my needles in time to greet its new owner. (My own made up log cabin design.)


There are squash growing in my garden.


And beans. Always lots of beans.


The loaded apple tree actually split a branch! Some judicious pruning to be done this fall. This is definitely the biggest crop yet.

There has been scrapbooking and reading and visiting as well. Some fun back to school clothes shopping. 

Now though I am ready for September and hopefully a warm slide towards fall. Time to be in the garden and kitchen. Time to slow the frantic summer pace of the west coast, where we don’t dare waste a moment of summer, and enjoy these last weeks of summer. I hope wherever you are, you are doing the same.

Posted by: Kate | August 21, 2016

Moments in August


August is my favourite summer month. I love watching the light in the evenings as the sun starts to go down a little earlier.


The garden is happy still and not as fatigued as it gets in the dog days of July. 


The moon rises are beautiful as we go for evening walks in the cooler air.


Yet the days are still hot and bright and made for swimming.


One of the things the west coast boasts about is having four distinct seasons, which makes each one special. August on the island, with the crickets chirping and the clear skies of summer is about as perfect as summer gets.

Posted by: Kate | August 7, 2016

Salt in my Hair

After a week in a mountain valley I spent a weekend with friends camping at the ocean.


I really am that spoiled. We don’t camp at the ocean often, my boys prefer the lakes and rivers for exploring and fly fishing. So this was a definite treat. We explored sandstone beaches and lazed around the campsite.


The highlight for me was the evening swim at high tide, diving in off the rocks. Watching Bushboy and his buddy swim and explore and play. Soaking up the sun at the edge of the sea.

Posted by: Kate | August 1, 2016

Ralph River

Refresh. Rejuvenate. Relax. Relate. Recharge. Reconnect.

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There are places on this earth where we just feel something more. Where the very air speaks to us, whispers to us, caresses us. If we choose to listen, to be aware, these places can provide for us.

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If you are lucky enough to be close to one of these places, to be able to visit it at least once a year, you have a gift. Embrace it. Use it. Revel in it.

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I have that place. This year I got 5 days in it, with the people I love the most in this world. And I needed it. And I revelled in it. I embraced it. I let it love me and I loved it back.

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I am breathing more loosely once again.

Posted by: Kate | July 29, 2016

Pickles 

A friend gave us some pickling cucumber plants this year, so I threw them in the garden. Turns out they like it there! So now that we have pickling cukes, it is time to research making pickles!

Now we are a pretty choosy pickle family so I haven’t ventured into pickle making. I’m not into making big batches of things that we might not want to eat. But small batches with cucumbers as they ripen? I can get behind that. 


First I made regular dill pickles. Some with garlic and some without. Three jars are refrigerator pickles (the lighter green in the pictures although the turned the darker green eventually) and three jars I canned (the second picture above).

Then I got adventurous and decided to make a small batch of bread and butter pickles. These are also kept in the fridge.


I did buy a $5 bag of pickling cukes from the local farmers’ market, but I kept note of which jars were made with our cucumbers.

The verdict on the refrigerator dill pickles? One thumb up, as they are a bit vinegary. A tablespoon of sugar in the next batch should help. The bread and butter pickles need at least 24 hours to sit, so we’ll keep you posted!

Posted by: Kate | July 27, 2016

The Littlest of Knits


I wrote a story for our young friend and the co-star was a pig. So a pig seemed required.


The pattern was A Very Small Pig. Easy pattern, fiddly but quick knit.

Posted by: Kate | July 21, 2016

Carving in Fresh Air

The sun has come back out so I went down to look at the finished carvings. Some had already been moved but my favourites were still there.



Poseidon won first place in the professional division and it is easy to see why. The attention to detail is amazing!


There were a number of eagle depictions. I always love these as they are so fitting for our area. The carvings just look like they belong.

Every year there is a bench. Love this year’s version!

The carving competition is a perfect presentation of our community. Chainsaws and big logs, beachside, and beautiful art. Resource workers and artists have long co-existed on this island.

Art in fresh air.

Posted by: Kate | July 17, 2016

Driving Miss Kate

Bushboy got his Learner’s permit in June so we are deep into the driving lessons. He is a very good driver and I have discovered that I love driving with him.


This could have gone another way, he could have decided he didn’t want me telling what to do And been surly about driving with me. 


He has said he likes driving with me as well. Another quiet parenting moment I had to pause and recognize.

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