10 C sunny
I'm writing this on the 8th getting it ready to publish tomorrow.
Had to go into Victoria this afternoon. Bought some plants when we got home and spent the last hour or so working in the garden.
I bought some of the right bird food and the finches are back. How do they know when their favourite stuff is in the feeder?
Over the past two days I read a few more pages of "Wolf Dreams" I continue to be amazed by it. Or is it enthralled, certainly captivated anyway.
I think I'll go read some more right now.

Today: Finished reading Wolf Dreams last night.
I will transplant some more flowers this morning.

The first few weeks after her return her mother had been fairly strong and they spent some time traveling about and beachcombing along the exposed westerly beaches. During these times her mother started to tell her things about their family past that had always been a non topic. She knew that her mother was part native but knew nothing about her grandparents. As a child she had been close to a great uncle and a great  aunt who had both lived on the nearby reservation. It seemed that her grandmother had been the daughter of one of the hereditary chiefs; probably as a result of some privileges and an independent disposition she had been very willful. Late in her teens she had been given her own boat and spent days and occasionally weeks on her own out on the water and on the different islands up and down the coast.

One day when she had been refueling at the dock she watched a young white man dock an old square sterned canvas canoe that was powered by a small out board. For some reason the man caught her interest and after he bought then loaded a few supplies into the canoe, she approached him and asked where he came from. The exact conversation wasn’t known but apparently he had been less than polite and had let her know that it was none of her business. Used to having her own way, her grandmother had reacted angrily and words were exchanged. She terminated the “conversation” by grabbing a paddle from the canoe and throwing it out into the water. The man stared at her grandmother for a moment then moving in a blur he grabbed her and tossed her after the paddle.

He then turned, untied his canoe, stepped in and pushed away. After starting the outboard he angled to his paddle and scooped it up into the canoe. He headed down the channel without looking back.