Island Fever

With all the traveling we do, and all he greenest grass across the fence, it's not often that we get a good grasp on how to appreciate our home while we're at it. Personally, I do a lot of wishing I was anywhere but where I currently am, and it makes it feel like life is just passing you by. We come home to save money, we focus on making a lot very fast and then get out as soon as we can. We get stir crazy. Life is happening elsewhere and we can't stand that were not part of it. This summer, I'm putting a stop to it. We have grass here, and its pretty green...that might be because of all the RAIN we get here in the summer, but if you're so into green grass then thats the recipe. At least that's what I learned from The Magic School Bus. Point is, it seems like an awful waste of time to sit around doing NOTHING besides working and being miserable in order to get away for a few minutes. If my calculations are correct, we spend a lot more time saving money than it takes to spend it, and that time might as well be awesome too, otherwise we're going to get old and die and look back on those few good minutes of traveling we had one time, probably, a little bit. So for those of you who haven't been to Salt Spring Island, those of you who haven't been in a long time, those who live here and have the i-hate-this-place-itis, or those of you who are homesick for it because you're off having adventures and wishing you were somewhere else...Here is a postcard from a summer day on Salt Spring Island. Yep, I've finally foudn a cure for Island Fever. Sort of. For now.

Anybody wanna buy a house?

On the way to Ganges. Its finally summertime.

Just a few boats in the harbour...

Iced coffee. A morning staple.

Stopping by the old workplace. We can't seem to stay away, even on our days off.

Saturday market. The guy on the left picks up garbage by donation, just because he wants to make the town prettier. Welcome to Salt Spring.

Anna hard at work at the Market stand.

As you can see by the trays scraped clean, they have good food, and plenty of people in line all day.

Jasper at his Freebird stand. He and his brother make these shirts and sell them in the market and at their parents' store. When they're not playing gigs with their band, The Barefoot Thieves. You can listen to their album, and/or buy a digital copy at their Bandcamp page here. I highly reccomend doing so.

More market scene. The Centre for Child Honouring is what our local resident Raffi works so hard on. Although we all remember him best as the Baby Beluga singer..

This flower got handed to my mama for free from some kids in the market. Each plant has a different word attached to it. This one is "Love". Again, Welcome to Salt Spring.

The beach at Southey Point.

Starfish...I mean, sea stars......as if calling it a starfish is going to offend it.

Vesuvius beach. That is the ferry that goes to Crofton terminal in the background.

There are a LOT of starfish here.

Unwinding with some wine and a hunky man at the end of the day.

Watching the clouds go by before the sun goes down.

Watching the sunset with friends at Baker Beach

Our friend and her blanket on the trail to yet another beach

The boys cooling off by jumping off the government dock near the ferry terminal. It was collllllldddddd.

Lake time, as it usually is.

A Barefoot Thief serenading us. Yes, his feet are bare.

Sometimes at the end of a long day, you just want to jump off a cliff. Here, we can.