As the autumn colors make their final appearance here in the Cowichan Valley the morning frosts become more frequent. Winter has arrived. Each changing season reveals a different personality from the others, and there is just so much to take in as it seems to happen so quickly. Blink and you’ll miss it all.
Life seems to come at us at 100 miles per hour sometimes. Time evaporates in what feels like a mist, leaving you wondering what you did with it all. It’s important to remember ourselves in these frantic times as it’s all too easy to lose oneself as events unfold in front of us at breakneck speed, each one requiring and demanding time and energy.
Many of us share these sentiments these days. I’ve found myself the last few weeks wrapped up in high level meetings and concentrating on a few new projects, and wrapping up the last details of ones finishing off. And as such I’ve found myself out of touch a bit with family and friends, both here on the island and online. This can be discombobulating.
Today we’re going to visit a farm here in the Cowichan Valley. At first look this may seem to be an average farm on the island, with a home that beams character and personality that is so often evident here. But these pictures mean so much more.
The morning I took these photographs Mrs. Toad was hard at work at her job. Left to my own devices thoughts quickly turned to the camera and the beautiful landscapes that our recent frosts are painting for our enjoyment. What started out as a brief visit to local landmarks soon became an all morning event. And from that a new-found peace was discovered, and feelings I haven’t experienced for quite some time.
We can see the last vestiges of autumn as the remaining leaves on the trees try to cling on until the very last moment. The frost sits on the roofs and as the sun begins to rise the frost dissipates in the areas kissed by the light. It’s a struggle between the remainders of life from the spring and summer that have moved on against the creeping tendrils of winter. Change is inevitable and unstoppable, and winter will arrive no matter how hard we all fight.
I’ve passed this farm a thousand times on our adventures, and each time I’ve driven by I’ve heard a tiny voice inside beckon me to return with the camera. Even with the familiarity found in this place, a tiny gate just outside the property boundary was suddenly revealed to me this particular morning that takes the visitor into public parkland that adjoins this farm. Why I hadn’t seen this before is a total mystery and I can’t help but believe that it was this very morning that I was meant to find it.
After hiking in a ways with camera gear I came to an opening with the perfect view of the vista and the farm with the gorgeous Vancouver Island mountains serving as a backdrop in the far distance. As I concentrated on the task at hand I didn’t really notice or appreciate what I was surrounded by. Utter peace. A peace so peaceful it was almost heavy. A foreign feeling and a foreign sound in today’s busy world. But very real, nonetheless.
What started out as a plan to hop out of the car and hike in a bit to grab a few shots and then carry on turned into a moment I will forever remember. An epiphany almost. The deafening sound of peace that I was enveloped in soon synchronized and resonated with my spirit, leaving me with a sense of serenity. I had almost forgotten all of this as the years of busy work and being an adult have blurred these feelings in the rush of time.
And it’s a place I seek to return to, both physically and spiritually. The land is part of us, and we are a part of the land. It’s these connections that bring us health, happiness and satisfaction in our daily lives. And it’s these connections that allow us to discover a little of ourselves.
We truly appreciate your visit today, thank you so much! Please do feel free to leave us any comments you may have as we love to hear from all our visitors.