It's too bad the Minter Gardens are closing in October. I felt this was one of the nicest attractions out in the Fraser Valley, though far enough away (Chilliwack) that I suppose it wasn't financially viable anymore. Taking a sunny Sunday I felt I'd take the opportunity to visit one last time, and encourage others to do so. Adult admission is $20 but one can enjoy a leisurely full day there, with an elegant restaurant and café and a network of trails over 13 acres.
Following the main garden path has thoughtful details around every corner through sculpture and arrangement; topiaries and water features and organized flower beds. Most of the bulb flowers and vines were finished blooming, and late July's colors featured astilbe, begonias, marigolds, dusty miller, osteospermum, geraniums, dahlias, alyssum, and some late roses.
A surprise was a demonstration from Cinemazoo and the Urban Reptile Rescue, who brought little friends in tubs and cages and let the crowd handle them. I got a boa constrictor draped on me, held a bearded dragon, and pet a tagu and a tortoise that were lounging on the path. The facilitators were very informative, and it was a great opportunity for everyone.
After a picnic outside we returned to find the outer path was closed due to a bear sighting in the area (!), so we had pretty much explored every corner that we could. I had noticed throughout the day that there seemed few birds around, but it was just when I was still enough settling on the well-manicured lawn that I caught the flash of yellow tails over a pond fountain - the cedar waxwings' acrobatic flycatching was a calming dance to watch, what a way to spend a summer afternoon!
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
New flavours
My summer so far has been fairly engaging; according to a friend we've had hot sunshine for 27 days straight and I think it's affecting everyone's overall outlook and demeanour (including my own). Talking to strangers and trying new things - less of an adventure per se, but a break from routine or the introspection of January. Now is the time for external stimuli!
Going for ice cream with a friend, I know he loves Tiger but I was never a fan of black liquorice as a kid (perhaps the orange and black swirl together to make an unappetizing mud-color?), so I decided it's time to revisit Tiger with an adult perspective, the verdict being that that the mild spice compliments the sweet fruitiness of the orange in a way that works for me. I've had a tea like this as well that is both uplifting with the citrus and a digestive aid with the carminative anise. Thumbs up for Tiger! And while I'm on the subject of ice cream I'll plug La Casa Gelato, the best place I know for ice cream in Vancouver, just for the sheer selection of flavors - Italian, Asian, and bizarre creations. A bit expensive for a regular visit but an enjoyable treat, and you get to sample any flavour before you buy, so that can take awhile of flitting back and forth along the counter like a butterfly.
Dinner with another friend found us with tzatziki dip on everything - that was both salad dressing and steak sauce. The salad I could have guessed, being creamy+dill over vegetables, but I was skeptical that the dip wouldn't be lost on a typical barbecued beef steak. It was a pleasant surprise, so I'll keep in in mind as yet another option for steak treatment. You never know unless you try!
The CBC radio station in Vancouver continues its free Musical Nooners concert series on the patch of fresh lawn outside the station right downtown, a welcome break for office workers to take their lunch al fresco and enjoy a show. Again, it's a great variety of styles and tastes that one may typically not gravitate to or even considered, but an opportunity to try it. Quiet singer perched on a stool strumming a guitar, raucous Latin salsa, maybe klezmer/polka?? All accessible for families and inoffensive to common sensibilities (does that rule out rap and metal?) I've caught a few shows so far this season, they were well presented and played.
Going for ice cream with a friend, I know he loves Tiger but I was never a fan of black liquorice as a kid (perhaps the orange and black swirl together to make an unappetizing mud-color?), so I decided it's time to revisit Tiger with an adult perspective, the verdict being that that the mild spice compliments the sweet fruitiness of the orange in a way that works for me. I've had a tea like this as well that is both uplifting with the citrus and a digestive aid with the carminative anise. Thumbs up for Tiger! And while I'm on the subject of ice cream I'll plug La Casa Gelato, the best place I know for ice cream in Vancouver, just for the sheer selection of flavors - Italian, Asian, and bizarre creations. A bit expensive for a regular visit but an enjoyable treat, and you get to sample any flavour before you buy, so that can take awhile of flitting back and forth along the counter like a butterfly.
Dinner with another friend found us with tzatziki dip on everything - that was both salad dressing and steak sauce. The salad I could have guessed, being creamy+dill over vegetables, but I was skeptical that the dip wouldn't be lost on a typical barbecued beef steak. It was a pleasant surprise, so I'll keep in in mind as yet another option for steak treatment. You never know unless you try!
The CBC radio station in Vancouver continues its free Musical Nooners concert series on the patch of fresh lawn outside the station right downtown, a welcome break for office workers to take their lunch al fresco and enjoy a show. Again, it's a great variety of styles and tastes that one may typically not gravitate to or even considered, but an opportunity to try it. Quiet singer perched on a stool strumming a guitar, raucous Latin salsa, maybe klezmer/polka?? All accessible for families and inoffensive to common sensibilities (does that rule out rap and metal?) I've caught a few shows so far this season, they were well presented and played.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Digging in the dirt
Earlier this month I found a great opportunity to volunteer with Fresh Roots Urban Farm to set up a farm garden on what I believe is technically the school grounds that is now opened up to the community as a multi-use space (an off-leash dog area, and now a food producing garden. With no fences separating the two thusfar, I assume that dogs fouling on the veggies won't be a major concern. We've painted plenty of 'Please clean up after your dog' signs, and trust that common sense and social responsibility will prevail), as well as an outdoor classroom for the students to visit.
The planting, maintenance, harvest, and sale of the crops will be managed by the Fresh Roots farmers, so really our work that weekend was mostly moving earth. Giant piles of earth wheelbarrowed, shovelled, and raked into orderly foot-high rows. I spent an afternoon on Saturday and a full day on a Tuesday with a great mix of parents teaching their kids, office professionals teambuilding, university/college students applying their biology program education, and earthy hipsters not afraid to get dirty. I would definitely be up for doing this again in the future.
This involved some of my favorite things;
- community involvement for a worthwhile cause I support.
- contribution to a group project with pleasant friendly people.
- digging in smelly, honest earth. AKA gardening.
- the fresh air and sunshine (thankfully it wasn't raining, or my post about digging in mud would have a very different tone).
The planting, maintenance, harvest, and sale of the crops will be managed by the Fresh Roots farmers, so really our work that weekend was mostly moving earth. Giant piles of earth wheelbarrowed, shovelled, and raked into orderly foot-high rows. I spent an afternoon on Saturday and a full day on a Tuesday with a great mix of parents teaching their kids, office professionals teambuilding, university/college students applying their biology program education, and earthy hipsters not afraid to get dirty. I would definitely be up for doing this again in the future.
This involved some of my favorite things;
- community involvement for a worthwhile cause I support.
- contribution to a group project with pleasant friendly people.
- digging in smelly, honest earth. AKA gardening.
- the fresh air and sunshine (thankfully it wasn't raining, or my post about digging in mud would have a very different tone).
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Wines of Keremeos and Cawston
A long weekend expedition to the Okanagan typically brings me past the small towns of Keremeos and Cawston following the main highway as it snakes along the Similkameen valley between the river and the steep hills, and I've been meaning to stop and explore the wineries there. While the Okanagan has been feverishly ripping up established orchards to plant vineyards instead, the Similkameen towns embrace their fruity heritage and there seems to be more of a balance of fruit stands and wineries, including a fruit winery of course. The wineries pride themselves on being small family-run operations, and you can't guarantee to find these labels outside of the VQA or private wine merchants. I prefer these small yield wines, it feels like more of a rare treat than whatever the 'house wine' is at a given restaurant. It's a great excuse to purchase straight for the source and speak with the knowledgeable producers about their product, region, and history.
First stop was not a good start for wine tasting; they were a new winery that had just opened up, the tasting room smelled very strongly of.. building/finishing/cleaning materials? Not good. And the wines were very young. Perhaps I'll try them again in a few seasons, once they get settled a bit.
Next up was Robin Ridge, and a much better presentation with the friendly family patriarch. Their Gewurztraminer was drier than I prefer but held the aromatic notes I love best. I was glad to see a straight Gamay too. Most noteworthy was the rose "Flamingo" made from a table varietal, an easy and accessible fruitiness that reminded me of a wine made from Concord grapes I had several years ago, and I am glad to support winemakers bending the rules of tradition.
Taking a wrong turn while searching for one winery lead me to Herder; snug against the hillside was a gorgeous and spacious Mediterranean-style building, with the great potential to be a B&B or host receptions. Only sampling three wines, "Three Sisters" had a fine balance of Pinot Gris' crisp acidity, Chardonnay's smoothness, and Viognier's nose.
The right turn found Clos du Soleil; wines done in the Bordeaux style. Their white focused on Sauvignon Blanc tempered with a bit of Semillon, and I was glad to have a fresh clean white that walks the line without being too acidic, sweet, or oaked. I am increasingly a fan of the pliable Sauv Blanc and its versatility with meal pairings. Fume Blanc caught my attention here. Tried two reds; the harvest had produced poor Cabernet Franc that year, and one blend included their contribution for the sake of French tradition, while the other excluded it for the sake of taste - the difference was definitely noticeable. I'll stick with their whites.
Just down the street (and in the next town of Cawston, organic capital of BC) was the Orofino strawbale winery. This one gets top marks in all regards, and I count this as my best new find of this trip! The presenter was a wealth of information about the wines, winery, history and geography of the region, and could juggle several customers and their tastings and questions with apparent ease. The wines were fantastic and I would've been fine with bringing home anything from their menu, including the Chardonnay - I will enjoy an aromatic Moscato frizzante for New Year's. Their building is a strawbale construction that is both ecologically friendly and educational, having been built by 22 people in a 5 day workshop that I would've loved to been part of. On top of all that, they have an old dog that want you to throw his slobbery ball for him to fetch.
Seven Stones winery was next, the wine presentation from the winemaker himself who could answer well any questions and included a free tour of the new "caves" he's building; an excavation part for the cellaring of wine but also to house the 'library' of collectable vintages and a banquet hall for special events. I enjoyed most of the samples and was pleasantly surprised by the Merlot, as something different than the rounder juicier norm. Those that have sampled wines with me before may have heard me express my personification of each varietal's typical characteristics, and for me Merlot is a large-bosomed aunt that demands a big hug, likely wearing faux flowers and chunky beaded jewelry. Now the tasting notes on the "Row 128" suggested olive and leather, and intrigued I found quite a different experience with this perennial favorite, less of the berries and more robust and borderline masculine even. As if dear auntie just beat me at arm wrestling.
Last stop for the afternoon (or was it evening...?) before I completely fall over was Forbidden Fruit winery, the aforementioned fruit-focused winery. I enjoyed a Sauvignon Blanc/Vidal blend "Sauvidal" and an apple dessert wine "Pomme Desiree" that had the sense (scents) of apple pie, that would either pair with that or replace it entirely. I think this'll be passed around for Thanksgiving, if it lasts that long. The last sample was the port-style "Cerise D'Eve" cherry wine. I wouldn't say I'm a big fan of cherries in general, but this was nice and will be fine with a nip of dark chocolate. Tasting fee was a suggested donation of $3 and went to a local environmental program.
First stop was not a good start for wine tasting; they were a new winery that had just opened up, the tasting room smelled very strongly of.. building/finishing/cleaning materials? Not good. And the wines were very young. Perhaps I'll try them again in a few seasons, once they get settled a bit.
Next up was Robin Ridge, and a much better presentation with the friendly family patriarch. Their Gewurztraminer was drier than I prefer but held the aromatic notes I love best. I was glad to see a straight Gamay too. Most noteworthy was the rose "Flamingo" made from a table varietal, an easy and accessible fruitiness that reminded me of a wine made from Concord grapes I had several years ago, and I am glad to support winemakers bending the rules of tradition.
Taking a wrong turn while searching for one winery lead me to Herder; snug against the hillside was a gorgeous and spacious Mediterranean-style building, with the great potential to be a B&B or host receptions. Only sampling three wines, "Three Sisters" had a fine balance of Pinot Gris' crisp acidity, Chardonnay's smoothness, and Viognier's nose.
The right turn found Clos du Soleil; wines done in the Bordeaux style. Their white focused on Sauvignon Blanc tempered with a bit of Semillon, and I was glad to have a fresh clean white that walks the line without being too acidic, sweet, or oaked. I am increasingly a fan of the pliable Sauv Blanc and its versatility with meal pairings. Fume Blanc caught my attention here. Tried two reds; the harvest had produced poor Cabernet Franc that year, and one blend included their contribution for the sake of French tradition, while the other excluded it for the sake of taste - the difference was definitely noticeable. I'll stick with their whites.
Just down the street (and in the next town of Cawston, organic capital of BC) was the Orofino strawbale winery. This one gets top marks in all regards, and I count this as my best new find of this trip! The presenter was a wealth of information about the wines, winery, history and geography of the region, and could juggle several customers and their tastings and questions with apparent ease. The wines were fantastic and I would've been fine with bringing home anything from their menu, including the Chardonnay - I will enjoy an aromatic Moscato frizzante for New Year's. Their building is a strawbale construction that is both ecologically friendly and educational, having been built by 22 people in a 5 day workshop that I would've loved to been part of. On top of all that, they have an old dog that want you to throw his slobbery ball for him to fetch.
Seven Stones winery was next, the wine presentation from the winemaker himself who could answer well any questions and included a free tour of the new "caves" he's building; an excavation part for the cellaring of wine but also to house the 'library' of collectable vintages and a banquet hall for special events. I enjoyed most of the samples and was pleasantly surprised by the Merlot, as something different than the rounder juicier norm. Those that have sampled wines with me before may have heard me express my personification of each varietal's typical characteristics, and for me Merlot is a large-bosomed aunt that demands a big hug, likely wearing faux flowers and chunky beaded jewelry. Now the tasting notes on the "Row 128" suggested olive and leather, and intrigued I found quite a different experience with this perennial favorite, less of the berries and more robust and borderline masculine even. As if dear auntie just beat me at arm wrestling.
Last stop for the afternoon (or was it evening...?) before I completely fall over was Forbidden Fruit winery, the aforementioned fruit-focused winery. I enjoyed a Sauvignon Blanc/Vidal blend "Sauvidal" and an apple dessert wine "Pomme Desiree" that had the sense (scents) of apple pie, that would either pair with that or replace it entirely. I think this'll be passed around for Thanksgiving, if it lasts that long. The last sample was the port-style "Cerise D'Eve" cherry wine. I wouldn't say I'm a big fan of cherries in general, but this was nice and will be fine with a nip of dark chocolate. Tasting fee was a suggested donation of $3 and went to a local environmental program.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Strolling the gardens - Van Dusen and Blodel Conservatory
This is precisely why I don't keep a diary/journal - I've been busy sure enough, but had little time to sit in front of a computer and record it. So much for a semi-New Year's resolution!
Busy enough enjoying the sunshine and various gardens coming into bloom beyond just the early bulbs. The growing season flashes by if you don't take the time to notice it. A metaphor for life, I suppose. I remember when a schoolyear felt so long and we had little photocopied calendars we were instructed to cross the days off on, to learn to tell the current date. Now we measure time in semesters, several-year programs, or decades. I'm not morose about feeling older, just noticing. To everything there is a season; snowdrops, crocus, hyacinth, narcissus, daffodils, and now the tulips are fading. The plum and cherry blossoms came and went quickly this year, in my opinion.
I attended the annual plant sale at the Van Dusen Botanical Gardens. While it is staffed by volunteers and is a fantastic operation I'd support and promote, I still jump at the chance to skip admission fees. Blessed with a beautiful sunny day, the place was packed and by the time I got there the hardcore gardeners had picked over what I had been mildly considering shopping for - no worries, I can find them easily at other garden shops, I just like to explore odd varietals and browse what's offered - and the lineups for the checkout stand were so long I was not inclined to wait that long for a whimsical purchase. I did however speak with the volunteers that were very welcoming, eager, and informative. Listened to an urban beekeeper talk about his bees too.
Breaking free from the crowds I spent a couple of hours wandering around the gardens. Rhododendrons, azaleas, and camillas were out, the colors mainly greens and purples. Lovely day for a picnic, if I hadn't already been full from breakfast.
Definitely a top-notch presentation and one of my favorite Vancouver attractions. The Van Dusen Gardens have a focus on education and the preservation of both biological specimens and the history and heritage associated with them, since many were donated as goodwill gifts from other countries.
Next up was a visit to the Bloedel Conservatory in Queen Elizabeth Park, a tiny jewel in southern Vancouver surrounded by neighbourhoods with houses and yards even! Easy enough to find following Cambie St, I instead meandered up Columbia St and found the Most Beautiful Block 1999-2001 - how else would you know about these things unless you stumbled upon them? Such discoveries are a pleasant surprise, complete with neighbourhood coffee shop The Mighty Oak that I'll venture out to sometime. Beautiful houses, no traffic.
What used to be an old quarry for the railway is now well-manicured lawns and gardens with rolling pathways, topped with a tropical sanctuary in a geodesic dome. Many of the plants there I recognized as fairly common "indoor" plants; snakeplants, kalanchoe, orchids, and cacti. Some of the larger specimens include fig, papaya, coffee and a variety of palm trees. The greatest feature for me were the birds, a few also common and recognizable as pets such as the budgies, parrots, and macaws (who quite possibly were previously pets donated to the conservatory). The space itself is quite small and can be 'done' in an hour, and was quite busy on the day I visited.
Both the Van Dusen gardens and Bloedel Conservatory are situated near fine dining restaurants, Shaughnessy Restaurant and Seasons in the Park respectively. Both locations are popular spots for weddings, graduation parties, or any other cause for large gatherings and/or professional photos.
Busy enough enjoying the sunshine and various gardens coming into bloom beyond just the early bulbs. The growing season flashes by if you don't take the time to notice it. A metaphor for life, I suppose. I remember when a schoolyear felt so long and we had little photocopied calendars we were instructed to cross the days off on, to learn to tell the current date. Now we measure time in semesters, several-year programs, or decades. I'm not morose about feeling older, just noticing. To everything there is a season; snowdrops, crocus, hyacinth, narcissus, daffodils, and now the tulips are fading. The plum and cherry blossoms came and went quickly this year, in my opinion.
I attended the annual plant sale at the Van Dusen Botanical Gardens. While it is staffed by volunteers and is a fantastic operation I'd support and promote, I still jump at the chance to skip admission fees. Blessed with a beautiful sunny day, the place was packed and by the time I got there the hardcore gardeners had picked over what I had been mildly considering shopping for - no worries, I can find them easily at other garden shops, I just like to explore odd varietals and browse what's offered - and the lineups for the checkout stand were so long I was not inclined to wait that long for a whimsical purchase. I did however speak with the volunteers that were very welcoming, eager, and informative. Listened to an urban beekeeper talk about his bees too. 
Breaking free from the crowds I spent a couple of hours wandering around the gardens. Rhododendrons, azaleas, and camillas were out, the colors mainly greens and purples. Lovely day for a picnic, if I hadn't already been full from breakfast.
Definitely a top-notch presentation and one of my favorite Vancouver attractions. The Van Dusen Gardens have a focus on education and the preservation of both biological specimens and the history and heritage associated with them, since many were donated as goodwill gifts from other countries.
Next up was a visit to the Bloedel Conservatory in Queen Elizabeth Park, a tiny jewel in southern Vancouver surrounded by neighbourhoods with houses and yards even! Easy enough to find following Cambie St, I instead meandered up Columbia St and found the Most Beautiful Block 1999-2001 - how else would you know about these things unless you stumbled upon them? Such discoveries are a pleasant surprise, complete with neighbourhood coffee shop The Mighty Oak that I'll venture out to sometime. Beautiful houses, no traffic. 
What used to be an old quarry for the railway is now well-manicured lawns and gardens with rolling pathways, topped with a tropical sanctuary in a geodesic dome. Many of the plants there I recognized as fairly common "indoor" plants; snakeplants, kalanchoe, orchids, and cacti. Some of the larger specimens include fig, papaya, coffee and a variety of palm trees. The greatest feature for me were the birds, a few also common and recognizable as pets such as the budgies, parrots, and macaws (who quite possibly were previously pets donated to the conservatory). The space itself is quite small and can be 'done' in an hour, and was quite busy on the day I visited.
Both the Van Dusen gardens and Bloedel Conservatory are situated near fine dining restaurants, Shaughnessy Restaurant and Seasons in the Park respectively. Both locations are popular spots for weddings, graduation parties, or any other cause for large gatherings and/or professional photos.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Cycling Barnston Island
A sunny Saturday after my birthday - I felt the same quiet vibe I did on New Year's Day, and I was almost inclined to make new year's resolutions if I were ever inclined to such things.
Perhaps it was an effect of the land - on the To Do list of daytrip destinations was Barnston Island. A remote island community in the Fraser River that doesn't seem to be maintained by any city municipality and is only accessible by a small shuttling ferry service (it's free!). No public parking, no shops or services, just agricultural land and a tiny tip of park. The land time forgot (we have a few places like that around Vancouver if you know where to look). Parking the car and taking the foldable bikes over on the ferry, it was an easy ride along the flat dyke road, though varying pavement quality kept us alert and in the present moment. Very little traffic. I noticed there was surprisingly little birdsong in the fringe of forest surrounding the island, perhaps partially attributed to eagles in the taller trees. Private residences were characterized by lazy dogs in the driveway who barely stirred as we passed, and we saw a few houses with smashed windows engulfed by blackberry bushes that I suspect were abandoned when the native land lease expired, a common building-killer in our area. 
Rest stop #1 found us on the southeast point, a sandy beach perfect for a picnic. Despite being on the busy Fraser shipping channel with freight and logs being shuttled around it was very peaceful. The cars on the distant Golden Ears bridge milled on like tiny ants. The point was big enough to support several groups of visitors while allowing us our privacy. Kids were happy playing at the waters edge while parents urged them not to get muddy. ATV parked on the beach with a low beachfire. We watched planes coming and going from Pitt Meadows airport. Life is good.
Back on the road saw small yet well maintained farms, a cranberry field, cows, horses, sheep, some mules and llamas. Visitors congregated at the park at the northwest tip, smaller and thus less private than the first rest stop but more developed with fences, park benches and trash cans. A short jaunt down the road completed our circuit back at the ferry dock. That was several hours leisurely well spent, good simple fun and exercise. I recommend this to anyone looking for an accessible sunny day escape from the city.Monday, March 11, 2013
Vancouver International Wine Festival
I returned for round two of volunteering on the pouring team for the Vancouver International Wine Festival (formerly the Vancouver Playhouse Wine Festival, but have switched sponsorship to the Bard on the Beach since the Playhouse closed).
In previous years I've anticipated attending an annual dinner as they're always well put on - fine dining establishments I otherwise wouldn't splurge to visit save for special occasions, professional service and presentation, and introductions/explanations from both wine maker and head chef about why they did what they did to compose our well crafted several-course meal. Definitely an experience I'd recommend to anyone looking for ritzy evening date during the course of the week-long festival. Past outings included the Hart House, C Restaurant, Bridges, and Fraiche.
This year a rise in ticket prices coupled with an opportunity to be more involved lead me to skip the dinners and focus on the seminars, and just as last year I had a fantastic time. A mere four hours of volunteer time grants us entry to the tasting room - a seeming expo of wines to sample, this year offered 763 wines - but beyond the perks to imbibe is more importantly the fun experience; the chance to network and learn some details of the trade from the winemakers and distributors, listen in on the seminars if there's unused seats, easy tasks that contribute to the overall smooth function of the events and the pride of a job well done, a well-managed team with a positive vibe, and an excuse to wear a short black skirt. We are the elite hand-picked crew commonly mistaken for professionals. This is a great gig to get into if you can, I look forward to participating again next year.
In previous years I've anticipated attending an annual dinner as they're always well put on - fine dining establishments I otherwise wouldn't splurge to visit save for special occasions, professional service and presentation, and introductions/explanations from both wine maker and head chef about why they did what they did to compose our well crafted several-course meal. Definitely an experience I'd recommend to anyone looking for ritzy evening date during the course of the week-long festival. Past outings included the Hart House, C Restaurant, Bridges, and Fraiche.
This year a rise in ticket prices coupled with an opportunity to be more involved lead me to skip the dinners and focus on the seminars, and just as last year I had a fantastic time. A mere four hours of volunteer time grants us entry to the tasting room - a seeming expo of wines to sample, this year offered 763 wines - but beyond the perks to imbibe is more importantly the fun experience; the chance to network and learn some details of the trade from the winemakers and distributors, listen in on the seminars if there's unused seats, easy tasks that contribute to the overall smooth function of the events and the pride of a job well done, a well-managed team with a positive vibe, and an excuse to wear a short black skirt. We are the elite hand-picked crew commonly mistaken for professionals. This is a great gig to get into if you can, I look forward to participating again next year.
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