Seven Hills Bed and Breakfast

These last few months really felt like a blip. My last entry was in the fall and this weekend we are already changing the clock, heading into spring. All this time I had the excuse of working full-time, but now I am retired with more time at home. It feels rather luxurious, only having to tend to domestic affairs, and, of course to our guests.

The outside is beckoning with trees, flowers and bushes blooming and birds returning. Sitting in the sunshine on the rocks along the shore, summer seems but a few weeks away. I can't wait to start swimming again!

I really needed to get outside today after work. Swimming season is over, so I took my fruit picking pole and big bag and headed for the apple trees on the old hotel grounds. There are still lots of good apples on those trees and I picked enough to fill my bag. The ones with blemishes will be used for apple cake and the good looking ones will become part of the apple tasting at school this week. A couple of bucks and does hung around, hoping for some windfall from my picking. I could almost touch them. Too bad I did not bring the camera. Oh well, need to keep that picture in my mind. The remnants of the old cabins are all gone now and lots of stuff raked together for burning. I stumbled over some cut off vines which I gathered for use in my stick fence. With bulging apple bag, picking pole and armful of vines I headed home along the beach. By the time I reached the steep path leading from the beach to our house all my muscles ached and I had to leave the vines behind, to be picked up on my next outing.

During the summer holidays I have made it a habit to go to town once a week to do errands. Riding a public bus is out of the question for some people or  just boring and slow for others. On my bus ride today I had some time for myself, looking out the bus window, up into the sky where white clouds where slowly changing their shapes and I appreciated the fact that I was driven to my destination while I could daydream, oblivious to the traffic around us. It actually felt luxurious. Later on another bus I met some Bowen Islanders I had not seen in a while and a group of German tourists who were off to explore English Bay and Stanley Park. When I return to work, trips to town will again become quick and task oriented affairs where I usually fall asleep on the bus!

I really needed to stretch my legs this evening and decided to walk to the meadow in Crippen Park, with bucket in hand, hoping to find a good crop of salmon berries. Bushes all along the trails bear fruit, but the berries are nothing like the ones in the small meadow. Wading waist deep through lush, bright green horsetails, I filled my bucket with the biggest, juciest berries in all shades of yellow and red. Maybe tomorrow I'll make a fruit flan with salmon berries. 

... and renovations are done. We are open again for guests, providing the same friendly service at the same rates. Contact us for more information or to make a reservation.