Our grown children live in some of the most interesting places and we are always up for a visit. That’s what took us to Pender Island last weekend. My husband has urbanite blood, I’m certain of it. As for me, I’m an Island girl and Island pace suits me just fine. Hay bales in the fields, baaing sheep in pick-up trucks off to you-know-where, tidy little vineyards, crowing roosters, bustling farm markets and a slow row along the rocky shores of Clam Bay…well, you get the idea. Bliss!
Spring on Pender
