I am wondering why on the previous post anonymous at 11:33 felt the need to vent.
It's curious too that all the rude comments are signed anonymous...never a name to stand behind their words.
It's so easy to throw stones when one is invisible.
My blog voice has never been one that aspired to anything too serious...
"elevating the pedestrian to equestrian through Hermes scarves"
should give the reader the notion that it is not a blog dedicated to frugality or that I am trying to change the world.
I am curious why the commenter thought that he or she might see pictures of our fair city here.
It's true that I randomly showcase a bit of the scenery but that is not a regular occurance.
I think that the reader must have stumbled here quite by accident.
I considered removing the ability for anonymous comments but decided against it.
This brought out some great support by readers who found the comment completely out of line and unfounded...and I must thank those readers who addressed this on the blog and those who emailed me privately.
You are so appreciated and I am very grateful!
Anonymous if you are reading, perhaps you would like to elaborate on your comments.
I would be happy to openly discuss your comments here on the blog.
I could not pass these pretty tulips by without taking a picture.
Do you think Mother Nature had a red brush in her hand when she made these blooms?
The boulevard on this quiet byway in Oak Bay has been planted with bluebells.
I stopped the car to take a picture...
the oak tree overhead cast it's shadow on the road.
I think the deer have been nibbling these tulips...
well we all have to eat.
I chose a Cobb Salad when Mother sister and I went to the Oak Bay Beach Hotel Pub for dinner.
It was delicious!
We went for a walk along McNeil Bay after dinner.
Mother told us that she wants her ashes scattered here when she passes on...
Father's ashes were scattered here 7 years ago, she showed us where she put them.
We were not invited to that farewell to Father.
Mother just up and decided that because she was his wife she would do it by herself.
She never told my sister and I until after the fact.
We now know what is expected and she is working on her obituary for the newspaper.
She is thinking of her mortality more often these days...
Views to Trial Island and the Olympic Mountain range in Washington State.
Signage in Oak Bay is quite creative.
Talk about the dog whisperer!
Wild sweet peas...at least that's what we think they are...no scent to speak of but they look like they are related.
Grey lambswool beaded cardigan
white Coldwater Creek tank top
dark wash skinny jeans G21
Mee Too black ballet flats
I wore these to meet up with a reader from Salt Spring Island this afternoon.
We met up at Pure Vanilla and chatted for over an hour about books, gardens, blogs, travel and France!
It was a wonderful opportunity to connect with a lovely reader...
I think I will hop on the ferry and pop over and visit her before we take the boat over this summer.
I think that there is much to see and do by car and I would be delighted to visit her mediterranean styled garden.
Thank you A for taking the time to come across the pond and spend some time with me.
It was an honour to meet you!
Hope that your week is off to a great start!