Perfect days seldom come along. Elusive, unscripted, fickle whims of circumstance, void of reason or formal introduction.. Perfect arrives without fanfare or expectation – not realized until it smacks you in the awestruck face. Today was a perfect day.
Perfect orchestrated a drive to Westham Island, 1,214 hectares of tranquility at the mouth of the Fraser River. Barely 20 minutes from home, crossing a one lane wooden bridge deposited us a world away.
Sunday afternoon meandered between tractors, farm houses, the Reifel Bird Sanctuary, boat houses and endless ribbons of grassy dyke.
Breeze introduced apple tree long before eyes made sense of her predicament. A solitary bastion of forgotten hopes and dreams, stoically guarding tangled blackberry vines. Resplendent with fragrant blossoms, awakened by the drone of diligent bees – apple tree cheerfully granted breeze the honour of announcing her essence.
Perfect works in mysterious ways, when you least expect it, perfect finds an apple tree.