As I usually do when I go up the Fraser valley alone, I took the freeway. There's always a deadline to meet. But coming home, my time is my own, so I cut across farm country, following empty roads alternately south and west, never the same route twice, arriving finally at home sleepy but refreshed.
This afternoon, coming back from Chilliwack, I meandered down to the skirts of Vedder Mountain, then across Sumas Prairie. The sun was hidden behind thick clouds and there was an occasional spatter of rain; colours were muted and the hills hidden in the mists.
|Last year's corn stubble and a hay field to the east. Taken through the car window, since it was raining at the moment.|
|Red paint peeling off an old barn, exposing older yellow underneath.|
|In Sumas Prairie, I found a field of tulips; a spot of colour in a grey and brown landscape.|
|Long rows and a full ditch.|
The rain more or less held off until I got home. Now, in the middle of the night, it's pouring cats and dogs. And slugs. I just found one getting a drink in the bird bath.