Meadow Mad

I live at the ocean; thirty steps and we're there. In a fit of upside-down contrariness, though, I choose to walk most days inland, away from the water and the persistent south-easterlies that necessitate layering up with wool topped with featherdown. On June 27th. Yes, it's that cold.

Luckily for us there is a galaxy of wonderful places to walk on our little chunk of southern Vancouver Island. One of my favorites is the Mills Rd meadow path bordering the Victoria International Airport.

I can meander along in a reverie, counting the numbers of different seed head on the grasses while my four-fur-feet companion looks for mice, (and occasionally finds em).