October 30, 2006

Well I am sitting here remembering where I was 29 years ago today. That was the day I became "Mommy" for the first time. Wow where did that time go. No one in my family thought I would ever have kids.....

Norbie is off to Victoria to get educated - again. After a day and a half struggle to get to Victoria they managed to get a chopper in as the fog broke finally. What is it about the fog in October...I keep thinking its August that's our foggy month. The best laid plans are always messed up by Mother Nature - especially out on the Lights.

After a foggy run of days the wind picked up and we had a "bit of a wind" move in. Yesterday was certainly windy but sunny so it managed to sweep some of the cobwebs out. Today its sunny again so I will go back out to the garden and continue putting the beds to "sleep".

We have had no further sighting of the bear up here on the station, although Norbie did see him back down below by the Canoe Run. The berries around here are all gone so I guess maybe he has headed into the bog to pick cranberries. Now with the weather getting cooler at night the cranberries will be ready for humans to pick as well.

We got the good news last week that we will be able to go the The Big Smoke for Christmas. I am excited - I don't know why I was even cosidering staying here for the holidays. I know when you live in town its in your face 24/7 but out here one actually misses the hussle and the bussle - it just doesn't feel like Christmas without having family, friends and many ho ho's in your day to day activities. And with no kids on the station "Santa" doesn't come to visit.

When I first came out here the groceries and packages were brought by the "Tender" ship, so Santa would fly with the chopper which would be slinging groceries and supplies and he would bring "goodies" for the kids. All your baking had to be done by that day as you would want to give Santa and the pilot some cookies and a bottle of some "good stuff" was also on hand so you could "warm up" Santa for his long journey. Now none of the Lights on the West Coast of the Island have any kids so Santa doesn't come and our groceries are "thrown" out of the chopper by the pilot who is anxious to get on to the next station as the daylight hours are short.

I have put in my "Christmas order" for baking goods so that I can do up a bit of baking before I head out before the middle of December. I had told Norbie I would bake his Stollen if we weren't going out - looks like store bought Stollen this year.

A while back I wrote a poem on the fog and thought maybe now and again I would post some of my poems - hope you enjoy it.

August 5, 2006 - Cape Beale

The fog moves slowly
Covering the shoreline
Like grey woolen socks
Pulled up firmly against the cold.

The quiet surrounds
Keeping the sounds within
Like a deafness
A quiet which makes sleep welcome.

The scene around is as in a dream
Each movement is clouded
As if walking within the sky
For the fog to leave the shore is an awakening.

Until next time.....