New friends took me out for the day. We searched for, and found, wild asparagus. We walked where I didn’t know we could go, and it was good. We had, get this, a small fire and had a (veggie) weiner roast! (This I haven’t done for a while. Years.) And – we walked, and we walked. We saw the remains of a more prosperous time, 50, 60 years ago, more? This is part of the reason I came here.
The asparagus was an excellent dinner, with a bit of lemon and seasoned salt…
At the site of the old orchard and homestead. The mountain behind is called Arthur’s Seat.
Another view of Arthur’s Seat.
The Thompson River is swollen and full of debris after a recent heavy storm. Those are snow sheds for the trains on the other side. This is rugged country.
by Jennifer Firestone
This place previously in a vision Wet pen drawn at the line
A place religiously tied religiously religiously
A person, place or thing
Bring thy pebble or thy flowers or thy inscription
Bring bring bringeth your love
Dear ones bringeth your love
Ashes to trees
The Chinese cemetery in Ashcroft has been beautifully restored. There has been great care taken with cleaning up the grave sites and a talented local artist is responsible for the dragon and the tiger you see on the altar. The central plaque details the formal apology the provincial government offered in 2014, an apology for centuries of racist practises, both institutional and on the part of the citizenry. The cemetery sits right next to the train tracks, up on the hill out of the village.
One offers incense without lighting it, given the extreme fire risk in this windswept region. It struck me that this is a place that would benefit from offerings of merit. I recommend a stop and a walk around if one is in the area.
The poem was one of the daily ones I get by email, seemed to fit.