This glorious fall continues. I spent this past weekend on Gabriola, a small island off Vancouver Island where my Grandma, Aunt and Uncle live. It is a beautiful island with small farms, arbutus trees, and stunning beaches. It is peaceful, it is quiet.
It was a lovely, cool fall weekend with family. As to be expected, there was lots of delicious food. We arrived to fresh baked cinnamon buns. There were soups made with garden fresh ingredients, preserves to remind us of summer’s bounty, a slow cooked roast with root vegetables and there was coconut cream pie. We chatted by the fire, looked at old photos and took walks along the water.
We stopped to watch and listen to a raft of sea lions just off shore. We happened upon a little self-serve fruit stand with over a dozen varieties of heritage apples and the cutest little Conference pears. The apples will become pie to be shared with friends.
The landscape was studded with red rose hips and the last of the turning leaves hanging on to the trees.
There were wild turkeys on the side of the road, sheep grazing and this old neglected farm house.
We discovered the last of summer’s treasures in the garden and munched on fennel seeds and fronds while picking dewy kale from the garden for dinner.
Time with family is precious and sharing food around the table is always a favourite with me.
I left the island with a full heart (and belly) and gratitude for a loving family and this quiet and peaceful corner of the world we call home.
I will return soon.