Friday, July 21, 2017

Lunch at the Bates' House

There are 17 people at the Bates house right now.  I stopped in at lunchtime.

Lunch for the Children
The macaroni and cheese looks great in that fuchsia bowl!
Looks like stainless steel makes a good serving bowl.

Lunch for the Adults
Mexican Stuffed Tomatoes
I was drop-jawed when I saw this.
Do people really eat this way on vacation?

I stopped by Moiya's after I had seen lunch at Wyona's house.

Moiya had made cinnamon buns, orange glazed buns and an orange icing swirl bun.

A big wow to both homes!



One Foot in the Mud


Tonight seems to be so far away from this morning. I don’t feel that the two points are connected in any way. In between there was a long walk, orange-glazed buns at Moiya's, haunting the local thrift shop, finding more flour on sale at Save-On-Foods ($6.99 for 20 lbs), eating a Chapman’s double chocolate ice-ream bar with Zoe, playing Sherriff of Nottingham with David Camps, and finishing the evening at a soirĂ©e with Wyona, Glen and Moiya.
Greg has been seen moving this dirt
for many days now.

In the morning, I thought I was going to walk the property with Marcia, calling out “bear, bear” as we chatted our steps away. I had forgotten that this morning Greg was going to show us where there has been a mini-mud slide off of Lot 12. There had been rain at 6:30 am and again a sprinkling of it just before 7 a.m. That didn’t stop Greg, Marcia, Ceilidh and me from walking down the Bates’path that is lined with mini-sweet peas and toward the route that would take us to the place where the Robertson Stream crosses the footpath that leads to the meadow.

Greg stepped into the stream to show us where the culvert was. The water was pure, running clean and clear. The culvert was plugged. Somehow Greg lost his footing. His foot sunk mind calf into silt. He leaned backward to stabilize himself and pulled his foot out, but he was far less dry when he became sure footed again.

Not to have us miss out on the fun ahead, he kept going forward. I could feel the slosh, slosh every time his right foot hit the ground. “These were my best boots.” That is all he said as he lead us through the meadow to look at the culvert there – it will be a major job to take the deadfall and roots out of that culvert. In fact, the water has found a way around it.

Two points in the path that we walked were exquisitely beautiful. One was a tree that had fallen over the path, but the bole was so high that we could walk under it. “No use cutting that one with a chain saw. It is so stunning there,” he said.

The other magnificent spot was at a steep climb. Greg paused to show us a fallen Douglas fir that stretch breathtakingly upward toward the highway. Oohs and ahhs at its length. He told us that the hole it left when it fell was so large that he thought the path was ruined and that we wouldn’t be able to use it again. Glen came up with his chain saw to see if there was anything that could be done. Glen cut off the root and when it fell, the stump fell back into its original place, making it safe now to take that path and filling the biggest hole you ever saw. For years people will be stopping at that spot, pointing to the repair job and explaining about the clever way that the path was fixed.

The sun was reflecting through the trees and sparkling as it refracted through the dew on the ferns. I was breathless with the beauty around me. I was also full of gratitude to Greg and Glen for maintaining the path. I wonder if there will be a statue some day, erect to honour them – one man with a chain saw and the other with a shovel.

Greg said that the caption on this picutres
should read
Don't Buy the Wrong Kind of Dirt
We were on a verdant pathway through virgin forest where every step seemed to produce a different picture. I was mad that I left my camera at home.

Marcia had to get home to work. We took the easier path to return, one along the railroad track, but even the track caused us to stop and wonder. The pile of grain on the ties reminded me of the literature I have been reading – more bears are being hit by trains because the bears come to eat the grain that falls off as the train travels along and drops it. I don’t know how to measure how much was there – cups and cups for we bent down to the mound of grain and ran our fingers through it. Marcia remembered how she had tried to chew grain as a child, for she had been told if she did it would turn to gum. She never could get it to taste like Hubba Bubba.

The next pile of grain had been there a long time, and was just beginning to sprout. There was that starchy smell of wet grain. Greg was telling how some Canadian alcohol is made from fermented grain mash -- remarking that this looked like it was well on its way to that.

Ceilidh letting me take a pic for my phone contacts.
I am going to try texting her more, now that we
are spending so much time together.
I do not know how her parents had the courage to part with her.
We dropped Marcia off at 4,500 steps. I felt as though we had travelled miles and miles by then.

But that didn’t stop Ceilidh and me from travelling down to the beach where the Pillings had planted a willow.

We were not only surprised by its growth, but by the logs that have been beached there and surround it now.

I showed Ceilidh how to return home by using the path by the stream that runs by my house.

She says that the next time she leaves home, she is wearing different footwear.  She left, thinking she was going fishing with Uncle Art and instead ended up on our hike with us.  Not a good place for flip-flops.

And that is the story of my lovely morning.

Arta

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Souvlaki at the Pillings


A couple of days ago I sat at the Pilling’s table watching Glen cut up a leg of lamb for souvlaki. Janet and Laynie were preparing the marinade at the kitchen counter. “Come over for supper on Wednesday,” Laynie said.

So with that invitation, David, Ceilidh and I arrived at their house at 7 pm tonight. Piper and Landon ate with us – we listened to Greek folk tunes, we wrapped the lamb in the pita bread, we drank Kombucha (the new wonder drink), we plated up Greek salad and we sat in the warm evening wind and watched the dark clouds gather as the evening went on.

“What is your favourite part of the lake,” said Glen, “starting from youngest to oldest." Ceilidh was quick to say family. Just family. The lake is where she feels the essence of family.

Laynie said it is the memories that mean so much to her.

“Acceptance,” said Janet. “This is where I feel acceptance.”

“Private,” said Glen.

“That is important to you,” said someone else.

“It is the privacy of family – extended family. I don’t mean my own privacy. What I like is that the spaces are not public – that we don’t have waves of car after car going past.”

I was last. “It’s cyclical nature. That is what I like. The same experiences recur again and again. I wait for that.”

The evening closed with ice-cream: double chocolate; raspberry cheesecake; maple walnut or frozen blueberry yogurt.

“We are not the ice-cream parlour that you will find next door,” said Glen.

It felt like it to me.

Arta

Jarvis Travels - Last Day in Prague


We are sitting in the Prague airport getting ready to fly to Paris.
Here is a brief update in photos of our last day in Prague

On the train to Kutna Hora - medieval silver mining town.

The other half of us on the train to Kutna Hora.
The link below is a really fun blog to check out if you want to learn about Kutna Hora.
On the blog is a short cartoon about the history of this town and some of the highlights of the things you can see. 

St Barbara's Cathedral.  
Quite magnificent with it's tent steeples.  There are a ton of windows in this cathedral so it is just filled with light.  This was our first stop. Thomas led us here quite by accident initially, although it was on his list of things to see.  He was the planner of this day and got us organized for the transportation there and back, and the itinerary.

Hebe and Catherine take a break and enjoy a chimney stack filled with ice cream.  We stayed outside for some ipad time while Eric took the teenagers into the silver mines.  That tour was 1.5 hours underground.

Here is another picutre of St Barbara's cathedral from below. 
Hebe toured me around the tiny streets as my tour guide.  
She loved that.

Coming out of the mines!  Hard hats off and coats in hand to keep everyone warm and dry. 


A coat of arms made of bones.  Check out the detail, especially the bird pecking out someone's eye.  At least the the artist had a sense of humour.

ARRRR matey!

Heading home for a dinner out in Prague.  Travelling makes one tired.

Cabbage soup with a spoonful of sour cream.  Delicious.


Hebe opted for chicken soup with dumplings.  
She loves soup and was not disappointed.  
Thomas and Rebecca ate fruit filled perogies. They were also delicious.  
Eric wanted one last plat of golash with bread dumplings.  

Stains

I dressed up to go to dinner tonight at the Bates'.  Ceilidh and I were invited to have pulled pork sandwiches and a 7 layer Mexican salad (known as a five hour salad as well, for that is how long it took to chop the ingredients and assemble the salad).

On the way there, I stopped to pick some raspberries from the bushes on the top of my lot.  A nice appetizer.

Along the road I stopped to put some thimble berries in my mouth, being aware of the difference in the taste between the two berries.

When I got to Wyona's she gave me a clean wet cloth to wipe the pink stains from the white facing on the front of my shirt.

What!

Can't a person even stop to pick a few berries without leaving traces of them on her clothing?

Arta

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Fire Bowl

"What will we be eating at Wyona's party tomorrow?"

That is the last question Landon Hicks asked his mother last night.  You know, the last question a child asks a parent, and then one last question after that, and then a final drink of water.  Well his last question was looking forward to another day of exquisite fun.

Summer holidays seems to mean that there will be a party with food on the lot next door for him.  Or lots of kids to play with.  He won't be disappointed for Jamie and Trent with four more kids will be arriving on Wednesday.

He is partially right about the constant happiness around a fire, for Greg bought a firebowl, an easier way to roast weiners than to make a regular fire, and a method that is well within the fire regulations.

Wyona may try to cancel the parties, but they get organized out from under her -- Gabe calling everyone for one of the events. Theresa making sure that any kids walking by, get an invitation to come right in for more fun.  At my house, Ceilidh was wondering if we should take over more hot dogs or marshmallows, incase the Bates run out.

Not only do they not run out of food, they have the best of everything -- the highest quality hot dog, and mint arrow chocolate bars to use on the s'more's.

I got an 8:30 pm call last night to join them around the fire.  The chairs sometimes have to be 2 deep in the circle.

The firebowl has some things about it that aren't quite right.  I keep waiting for the coals to die down so that the embers will be just right for perfect roasting.  With this unit, the embers never die down.

And what about the person with the stick who likes to poke the fire, just as it gets to be just right?

Or the person who throws a log on, just one more for the night.  Both of those jobs no longer exist.

Still, buying one might be on my list, since Moiya has already purchased hers.

Fun to be had everywhere by all.

Arta

Monday, July 17, 2017

Warm Cherries

July 17, 2017

Someone put a ladder under the cherry trees on lot 5.  Not just one ladder, but a number of ladders.

I am trying not to climb ladders, but the idea of eating warm cherries hanging from the branch can only rival the taste of those that are taken cold from the fridge.

The ones I was tasting from the tree had the flavour of cherries jubilee. Warm and delicious.

Nothing like cherries flambed!

Arta

On Seeing the Sunnybrae Slide

July 16, 2017

A morning walk with a companion is more fun and safer as well. I don’t have to yell “go bear, go” quite as often when I walk with someone else. Glen says if two people are walking and one is talking, the bear will be as frightened as I would be on contact. So Marcia and I set out to walk on Sunday morning. She was wearing Art’s shoes, having lost one of her own. I was wearing a pair of runners to which I say on every wearing, “This is your last time on my feet. I am going to get new runners”. We didn’t know we were headed for a walk that would require better footwear.

Glen joined us half way down Bernie road. At the rate he was going, I thought he was trying to catch up with someone who was walking ahead of us, but no, he was just joining us … for good health’s sake.

Glen was right.  
I couldn't get a good picture of this.  
In the first place, the sky is in whiteout mode
and can only be imagined.
But dead centre in the picture is a straight line, 
the beginning of the rock side.
Then the slide veers to the right, coming all
of the way down the hill and covering a home.
Picture taken from TRC at the end of the passing lane.
which is the path where the mud slide began.

“Do you want to see where the slide was that killed the 75 year old man?”, he asked. I had previously suggested to Marcia that we check this spot out, Glen having said it is just passed the passing lane as you enter the Trans-Canada going west. I wasn’t sure of the exact spot. She gave the idea a pass. But now that we had someone to show us the spot, off we went down the highway, which I quickly discovered was not down. That passing lane is uphill all of the way – much longer when a person is walking it than driving it.

At an appropriate break in the trees Glen took us to the north side of the highway and began to show us how the slide had happened: a few rocks starting to fall at the top of Bastion Mountain, and gaining momentum and picking up other debris on the way down each gorge until at the base of the mountain it found the easiest path – down a man’s driveway and over his house.

Marcia and I were sobered as the three of us remembered that lot 12 has had 6 feet taken off of its gorge on the west side – not that a slide is immanent, but in the course of time no one knows where the next rockslide will occur.

On the way home we stopped to look at a fallen stand of Douglas fir. Glen said that anyone can collect wood that has fallen, but there has to be no green branches on the trunks of the trees. Forestry regulations. The boles that Glen scrambled over stood the test – the branches were yellowed and the wood could have been bucked up. Someone had been there before us, taking the easiest pieces, but a chain and a truck could have worked and produced some wonderful wood for the winter.

Glen had just had a truckload delivered -- $750 for a load. That will be the cost of the winter heat. That is why people in BC burn wood for fuel.

On the way home Glen hopped over cement barriers and then back – checking for flat places in the forest, ones where logging could be done. I guess a forester's work is never done.

As well he stopped to point out beautiful stands of trees, showing us specimens that don’t usually grow at our elevation, one where we usually see Douglas fir and larch.

On the way home my fitbit buzzed that we had already done 10,000 steps – my goal for the day, but on that Sunday?

I ended up with 17,000 steps.

Good for me.

Good for my heart.

And time to get a better pair of runners.

Arta

Jarvis Holiday - Sunday

Sabbath
July 16, 2017


 Outside the church building in Prague.  The small miracle was getting to church late and being locked out, yet still getting the sacrament.  Luckily for us, the man passing the sacrament to the mothers in the hallway saw us, came over to opened the door and let us in, and then gave us the sacrament.  



An illuminated manuscript and St Wenceslas Crown inside the palace treasury.  Seeing the ancient manuscripts makes one consider the value of books.  Feeling lucky to live in a time when books are so readily available. 


  1. The  Changing of the Guards at the palace.  This was the one thing on Hebe's bucket list for the day. We were able to catch it at 5 p.m, just before the palace closed down for the day.

The crown was a site to see and the size of the gems rivals any of the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London.

A view of St Vitus Cathedral from the Palace Gardens.

Walked to the Prague Palace Gardens after church since it is just a few blocks from the church building.  Ate lunch in the park.  Hebe happily found a swing in a nearby tree and hoped on for a ride.

Rebecca's bucket list - visit the small staircase leading up to the palace.  We also walked the royal route down from the palace and back towards the Charles Bridge.

Sore feet and exhausted children were what we had when we finally hit the Vtlava River

Jarvis Family - conference and sight-seeing

Monday July 17, 2017

It's dangerous to get behind on your journaling during a trip. I sent myself these photos on Thursday night and didn't get any text written until today. I am having a hard time recreating the day. Thanks to Eric for his journaling which helped me recreate the day. Here goes:

The morning was spent with Eric at the conference. I went to hear two groups of lectures. The first was on Female Genital Mutilation or Circumcision. Difficult topic, but at least I came away with a broader understanding of this complicated topic. The second group of lectures was on refugee health. Another complicated topic. Since I saw patients in my clinic for both these issues the week before our vacation, these were timely topics for me.

Eric and I ate lunch at the Bohemian Grande Hotel (free as part of our conference dues.) Unfortunately for me, they served golash again with bread dumplings. This is a delicious meal, but unfortunately for me it was the meal served to us on Tuesday, Thursday, and I accidentally ordered it on Saturday night instead of golash soup. Even a good meal, when eaten too often can lose it's appeal.

In the afternoon we took the kids out sight-seeing.


Visit to the Klementinum - old Jesuit monastery that was eventually converted into a university.   Most of the buildings are closed for renovations.  We did see inside one of the chapel.  We had eaten dinner on Tuesday night in a restaurant garden, totally unaware that the garden was  actually inside the Klementium.   That will be a funny memory.


Visit to the Bethlehem Chapel, an early reformer chapel.  Jan Hus preached from the pulpit here and the Hussites used it as a place of worship until the 30 years war.  It was good to learn more about the history of the Hussites who were pre-Martin Luther reformers.


Concert at the Mirror Chapel for the teenagers and Eric.  While visiting the Klemintinum, we realized the only way to get into the Mirror Chapel was by attending an evening concert.  This is the chapel where Mozart played the organ as a young boy.  The ticket sales lady was really pushing the concert and kept dropping the price.  She eventually let the four of them in for 400 kroner each for tickets priced at 500-600 kroner.  Hebe and I walked back to the park  on Kampe Island for some playground time.

On the way home, we walked half of the Royal Route from the Charles bridge to Republiky Square.  On this walk, stopped to take a photo of our family in Prague Central Square in front of the spires of a church called Our Lady Before Tyn.  Just imagine that during this photo shoot, Catie was being attacked by a wasp.  It was going after her ice cream cone.  The scene must have been interesting for those passing by.





When we hit Republicky Square, a musician was setting up to play water glasses.  We listened for about 10-15 minutes while he tuned his instrument.  Afterwards, enjoyed hearing him play a classical piece of music.  Hebe was upset when he sprayed her with water while he was tuning.  I think her "noise" was making it difficult for him to tune.  He was quite a character.











Jarvis Family at Terezin

July 17, 2017 Terezin - eerie, duplicitous, uncomfortable, sadness

Terezin is the 3rd concentration camp I have visited. First Auschwitz/Birkenau, Dachau, and now Terezin.

Each brings to your attention different horrors of the holocaust. Visiting concentration camps always leaves me sobered, but Terezin was uncomfortable on so many levels.

Eerie - Terezin was a 18th century garison built for the army. It was made of two fortresses - small and large. The large fortress was basically a walled city the size of about 9 X 5 city blocks. The thick city walls are surrounded by a moat with just a few bridges in or out of the complex. Hitler took it over during WWII and turned it into the infamous Terezin ghetto. The small fortress about 1 km away was a walled prison. All other concentration camps I have visited are now memorial sites. They are trying to do the same in Terezin, yet the village was resettled after the war, so the town is functional again. The fact that people are living on this site is eerie. You know/feel like you are stepping on sacred ground, yet around you people are walking through the town square, flowers are planted, and the fountain is bubbling with life. Town life is going on around you, including the selling of ice cream, a few hotels/restaurants and antique shops. Thus the eerie feeling. At 6 p.m. everyone closes up and goes home so the town suddenly feels like a ghost town. We walked past the only children's park inside the walls on our way back to the bus stop. It was empty. A few teenagers were riding their bikes through the playground, but the absence of "life" in the park was striking. See photos of Hebe at the park. She like many others seems oblivious to the horrors perpetrated on this site.

Duplicitous - One of the horrors of Terezin is the fact that the Nazi's used it for propaganda and brought the Red Cross here to see how well the people were being treated. We watched some of that propaganda footage, interspersed with drawings of what life was really like for the residents. A great cover-up of terrible deeds against humanity.

Uncomfortable - It is always uncomfortable to see the living conditions and hear stories about the individuals - people brought to Terezin for no crime other than just being JEWISH. We also read stories of political prisoners, or Czech citizens that were aiding Jewish resistance efforts - doctors, police officers, and others that were giving assistance or passing information.

Sadness - it is impossible to see the museums, and hear the stories of those who died and survived without feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness. Our teenagers wondered if they would have survived. Would they have resisted? Difficult questions to answer. Visiting Terezin left me with a deep desire to honour those who passed through this camp, and respect their deep desire and efforts to maintain humanity in the midst of unfathomable deprivation and wickedness. They did this with their art, words, and actions of resistance. We also saw this inside a hidden synagogue only large enough to fit 10 people, where some would go to pray, and in the words of a Female Rabbi prisoner that were posted near the crematorium. Regina Jonas said - "To be blessed by God means to give wherever one steps in every life situation blessing, kindness, faithfulness..."

Sobering day.


Hebe at the children's park in the middle of the Large Fortress


Former Magdeburg Barracks - now a museum showing the living conditions of those in a typical barracks in the large fortress. (A bit sanitized) The museum houses the music, literature and art created by those in the camp. Since Terezin was the showcase camp, the prisoners were given liberty to perform music, theatre and poetry regularly for propaganda purposes and to entertain each other.  It is interesting to see how people resisted through these art forms, and used it as a way to document what was going on in the camp.  


Inside the Ghetto Museum which was a former children's barracks.  At this museum you can see children's artwork that was saved by one of the art teachers from the ghetto.  The teacher died at Auschwitz, but somehow she was able to hide several suitcases full of children's art which is now on display.  This museum also showcased journal entries from diaries kept in Terezin.


Photos 7, 8 and 9
from the Small fortress.  This was used as a prison and the conditions here were much more severe than in the Large Fortress.  Many prisons were tortured here, used as target practise or hung from the gallows.  There were only 3 known prisoners to have ever escapes these walls.  Photos show the doctor's office, a barracks and the famous phrase - Work makes you free.



Photo 10 is of the National Cemetery where bodies from a mass grave within the small fortress were re-interred.  Many of the headstones just provide a number, since there was no way to identify the names of the deceased.  





Breaking a Coconut

Ceilidh wanted her dad to buy her a fresh coconut so that she could try opening it on her on.  A trip to DeMille's and the product came home, no one happier than her.  She took out a u tube video, collected the requisite screw driver, hammer and bowl to catch the milk.

 ... collecting coconut milk ...
Hammering the holes through was simple.  I always used to think that a coconut has a kind of personality, those black holes representing eyes and a mouth to me.

The video said that after removing the milk all you had to do was hold the coconut in your hand and tap the shell, turning it until a hairline fracture would appear.  Many taps later, the fracture appeared, the coconut broke perfectly in half to reveal rotten coconut flesh.

I was reminded of the verse in "Found a Peanut" that goes, "it was rotten, it was rotten".

So disappointing.

Arta

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Gaming goes on ...

Every day is the best day ever.

Doral and I just finished a game: Archaeology: The New Expedition by Phil Walker-Harding.  The game maker might as well get full recognition since he created some good gaming moments for us.  Doral and I had the morning together. Everyone else in the house sleeps in.  What is there to do but turn to gaming?

I began the morning at 7 am, trying to do my 10,000 steps for the day.  I walk by Moiya's, Wyona's and Glen's but no one is stirring so I do my first 3,000 steps alone.

On my second round, Glen and Janet are sitting on their porch.  He gets up and does the next 7,000 steps with me.  Later we meet Adam, Desiree (Tanner strapped to her back) and Adam, so we turn and walk along Pilling's road with them.  Brandon says his arms are still sore and tense from the marathon bike ride along the tops of the hills and then down forestry road 120.  That trip was a birthday present he will remember.

They walk on up Bernie Road and Glen and I return home, but on Moiya's deck are Celeste and Oscar eating their pancakes.  We tempt them out to the side of the road with us where we are eating thimble berries.  I show them how to take the leaf of the thimble berry and make it into a cup, the Swepemc way.  By then Aiden has joined us from the Wood porch and he pushes my arms away when I try to help him thread the stem through the leaf to finish the cup off.

"I can do this myself."

Glen turns to me, spreads his arms out to the universe and says, "What more could a person want in life?"

I walk on home, savouring the tart taste of the thimble berries still in my mouth.

Arta

Friday, July 14, 2017

Alice as a cat ...

... Alice as a cat ...
I do not know which day this was for Alice.

She did go to Mud Day, where children get to play in the mud and then be hosed off by the firefighters.

There was another holiday -- one with a name I did not catch, but a holiday nevertheless where she got to be painted like a cat.

Her saddest moment of the evening was having a bath where all of the makeup was taken off.

A sad day for anyone when a mask is removed.

Canada Day brought another kind of painting for her, one I did not capture with my camera.  Canada Day she got to have "red" in her hair and it has taken many days for that to come out.  Landon had the same kind of red in his hair and on his skin.  Many latherings of soap in the water and subsequent dunkings weren't enough to stop the dye from running down his forehead and cheeks from his hair.

A wonderful celebration of 150 years of Canadian settlement!

Arta

Secwepmc: Lands and Resources / Law Resource Project



Secwepemc: Lands and Resources
We are missing Rebecca for many reasons, one of which is that she read a story every day from Secewpmc: Lands and Resources / Law Resource Project.

 We got to hear a Secwepemc story and then hear how the story was briefed.  The book is beautiful.  The text is online, so there is nothing preventing anyone from reading the story.  And Doral and I took on the task of just learning how to say Secwepmc.  Doral carried with him a little piece of paper to remind him of the sounds.  I have been practising for a couple of years, so am coming close to a good pronunciation, though I am not there.

It was a joy to sit at the table hearing Rebecca read from the written text, rather than a tablet and hear stories of the people of the land that we live on.

"Coyote and the Swans".

"Coyote and Bear".

Coyote was in trouble in both of the stories.

Fascinating to hear the story and then try to guess what we could learn about what it is in the stories that teach us about law, the land and resources.

My best guess rarely would get a passing mark.

The book is into its second printing.

I am hoping that I will get one for Christmas.

Rebecca says that the book is online at the UVic site, and anyone can look at it there.  I also found an earlier pdf on how the book was created -- interesting in itself, but not a place where I could find the wonderful stories that I will soon be telling to my grandchildren around a fire (a contained one).

Love,

Arta

The Candy Cupboard

fun sorts
Not everyone has a candy cupboard.

Where ever they go.

Well, maybe they do, and I just don't know about it.

Doral has a candy cupboard at work, one at home, one in his holiday bedroom and now one in my kitchen.

He knows how to stock them well.

I was with him in Salmon Arm and one of our stops was the Bulk Barn.

blue raspberry bon bons
I only go there with Moiya, but on this trip I could see that Doral knows his way around the Bulk Barn and was asking me if I could pick out candy I like.

Over the years, I am having fewer and fewer choices that are appealing to me.

I did find one in the Bulk Barn:  chocolate covered ginger.

I fished out just enough for everyone to have one piece.

That would be five pieces for $.51.

A bargain!  Ten cents a piece to find out if these tasted as good as I thought they would.

Ceilidh and Meighan gave them a thumbs up.  David didn't even want to take the taste test.
sour watermelon slices
That was OK really since there were still wild strawberry to taste, as well and blackcurrant and strawberry bonbons in the bag.

At our house, a person just can't make it through the candy cupboard, especially since it is also stocked with every kind of chip known to man.

What a holiday!

Arta