I walked to Gordonhead Road and found a bus stop – the pole somewhat hidden by the trees, but I took out my bus fare money and waited.
A bus passed by on the other side of the street, and I wondered if that was the one that would circle up and get me.
Twenty minutes later another bus drove by on the other side of the street.
|calf, cow, Carr and Arta|
|separating the family ... each sold individually|
As well, there was a small play done every hour.
| ... wolf in the shadows, eyeing sheep on other side of porch ...|
...the shadows behind the wolf are roses hanging over the porch ...
I like days when there is only one place to go.
Burrowing down and looking at every detail is a calming way to spend a day.
I thumbed my way through the books, postcards and posters in the gift house.
|... black-faced sheep ...|
One of the charms of the house is is accentuated because paragraphs have been edited and lifted from her The Book of Small and written on plaques, either in the garden or by the side of the house, or beside pieces of furniture in the house.
|.. inviting a look into the shed ...|
At first I thought the door had accidentally been left open.
But that couldn’t be, for there was a heavy gold chord connecting two standing posts – a message to look inside, but not to go inside.
|... caravan, animals and friends ...|
|... sheep sleeping on the floor ...|
There were some bowls and vases that one might put together to paint a still life.
Such a charming additional peak at a part of the house that one doesn’t usually show, and one I only came across because I wasn’t in a rush today.
|... goats on the front porch ...|
When there are beautiful things to buy, I like to pick the one I would carry away if someone told me, yes, one of those would be mine at the end of the day. I can spend pleasant hours imagining which one I would take home, and at the end of the day, also be glad that I can leave it behind for others to enjoy.
But if I did take something home today, it would be the sitting Emily Carr with the dog on her lap.
I have no idea how many times I circled that sculpture enjoying every exquisite detail.