Curlylocks

I'm the only straight hair person!

In our family, the gene for "hair" has been distributed in interesting ways. 

This photo kind of captures it.

Relatively straight hair for me, but the men have got some serious curly going on.  

Steve of course is the one who provided the curly gene to the boys (he says the hair has now migrated to other parts of his body, primarily nose and ears!)

But Duncan has it on top of his head, and Alex has it on the bottom of his head (in terms of the beard). Between the two boys, they have the head fully covered

 

Duncan has, it seems, taken his hair to the next level.  Here is the photo from last night, when he combed it out.  Duncan points out that the best part of this hairdo, it that he cleans dust off the top of the door jams when he walks through.   His head is now a very efficient 'feather duster'. 

To get the full 3-D impact, here is Duncan doing a turn-around.

Can't help but think of this post and picture I saw on facebook:

This sheep escaped a farm and spent 6 years in the mountains, during which time he grew 60 pounds of wool. Wolves tried to eat him, but their teeth could not penetrate the floof. Moral of the story: you don't have to turn hard to survive the wolves, just be really, really soft and fluffy.

Am I wrong to see a resemblance?   Instead of telling Duncan it is time for a haircut, I should be honouring the work he is doing to protect his mind from the metaphorical wolves of the world?

Social Distancing and Sunsets

Garry Oaks nearly ready for leaves to emerge

This week, we had the gift of a visit from our friend Andrée Boisselle.   

Who knew it would coincide with the outbreak of COVID-19 (i do not hold her responsible!) 

Small clusters of daffodils popping up in grassy spots between the rocks 

There is much to say about all the adventures of the week.  

Fun moments included the last night of the Jerry Cans Tour, (indeed, it was the last such event before gatherings of 250 or more were prohibited).  

We also had the chance to be present at the JD/JID Indigenous Law/Common Law Moot in the Mungo Martin House.

Mount Baker in the distance to the east...

More on that later (I am still processing that...it was wonderful), but at the forefront of my mind is the sunset tonight.   

It is her Andrée's last night here, so we decided to take a quick jaunt over to Mount Tolmie to watch the sun set (which was to happen, according to Google, at 7:21). 

Pre-sunset Selfie! (not socially distant yet, but we will practice)

It is close enough that we really 'could' walk there, but.... I didn't have quite THAT much energy.  

I did have enough in me to park at the lower parking lot, and then take the path to the top.  

Clearly, we were not the only people to have the idea to go watch the sunset.

The setting sun caught in the branches

Parents out with children, small groups of children, many people in parked in their cars.   

Small groupings of people were out with music, blankets, and maybe beverages.   

With classes cancelled, it seemed that the hill was a magnet for people looking for some connection without being too closely clustered.

The ball of fire on its way down

A perfect example of social distancing along with proximity to nature.  

I was left wondering why I wait for visitors to head for hills. 
   
What a lovely way to spend those last hours of daylight.