Island Life
Living on Hornby Island, and photographing weddings on Vancouver Island has become a fantastic lifestyle. On Hornby Island, the summer is the so-called busy season, but for us it is heaven. Coming from Toronto, Hornby Island and Vancouver Island feel sort of like stepping back in time, to a slower way of life.
We grow fruit, raise chickens, bake bread, and just generally make quite a production of creating meals! When the weather is warm enough,
we cook our dinners on a beach fire a few nights of the week. We keep it simple, and wash up in the ocean.
I have always loved the idea of raising my own livestock. After a few years of keeping chickens, I have decided that I am a hopeless farmer.
I have no heart for keeping the hens penned, so most of the time it's an Easter egg hunt in order to have breakfast. Turning the hens into soup is out of the question. Never name your chickens if you imagine yourself a farmer. Ours just roost in trees all over the place now, and provide us with more entertainment than food.
We grow herbs in massive quantities, and use them for soups, stews, roasts, and bath-salts. Our girl has her own mint patch for tea in the winter. Lately I have been smoking salmon and venison. I have been following old family recipes handed down.
We grow Figs, peaches, plums, apples, pears, and blackberries. We mostly eat them as they ripen. Some of it gets thrown in the freezer.
My cousin is a bee keeper and provides us with the most floral honey around.
We have cleared our land, and built our own house from the ground up. It's been busy, interesting and quite a lot of hard work.
Life has been good to us. We enjoy living the west-coast lifestyle, and we embrace all that it offers. Even the rain.
We grow fruit, raise chickens, bake bread, and just generally make quite a production of creating meals! When the weather is warm enough,
we cook our dinners on a beach fire a few nights of the week. We keep it simple, and wash up in the ocean.
I have always loved the idea of raising my own livestock. After a few years of keeping chickens, I have decided that I am a hopeless farmer.
I have no heart for keeping the hens penned, so most of the time it's an Easter egg hunt in order to have breakfast. Turning the hens into soup is out of the question. Never name your chickens if you imagine yourself a farmer. Ours just roost in trees all over the place now, and provide us with more entertainment than food.
We grow herbs in massive quantities, and use them for soups, stews, roasts, and bath-salts. Our girl has her own mint patch for tea in the winter. Lately I have been smoking salmon and venison. I have been following old family recipes handed down.
We grow Figs, peaches, plums, apples, pears, and blackberries. We mostly eat them as they ripen. Some of it gets thrown in the freezer.
My cousin is a bee keeper and provides us with the most floral honey around.
We have cleared our land, and built our own house from the ground up. It's been busy, interesting and quite a lot of hard work.
Life has been good to us. We enjoy living the west-coast lifestyle, and we embrace all that it offers. Even the rain.