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Up the hill a ways


Mount Washington is only an hour and a bit north of Nanaimo, and we went there to play in the snow for a few days. This is the view I painted while my grandbaby was sleeping (and I was "babysitting").

I feel "right" amongst mountains; safe, protected, capable of anything. It's like the hills are cradling and holding me. I'm sure I must have lived in Nepal in a previous life, they always take me to a good place.

The youngsters all skied, boarded, made a snow cave, snow men, snow angels and cavorted like puppies. At home again I love watching Benji frolic, leaping snowbanks and disappearing in a shower of whiter powder only to scamper up and repeat the process like a spring lamb in the warmth of the sun. Life is good.


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