Our annual trip to the west coast was once again spectacular. Beautiful weather, great boogie boarding, wonderful food and an overabundance of plants. And the smell… the smell of Tofino is a richness like nothing else. Rainforest, open coast and fog. The few pictures here hardly sum up what is one of my favourite weeks of the year, but that’s fair when most of the pleasure comes from spending time with my parents, aunt and uncle, and assorted friends.
My aunt spoiled me and filled our days together in Comox with plants and her friends’ gardens. The things they can grow out there are enough to make an Albertan gardener cry. I spent most of the nursery trips trying to convince her to buy all the things I’m desperate for: meadow rues, stewartia, every japanese maple, camellias, more epimediums, etc. While our views sometimes clash, we agree wholeheartedly on the important things, namely that gunnera should be eradicated. The only place I appreciate it is in a ditch between the highway into Tofino and a gas station where it manages to flourish where little else would.