Description
Spring has come to Galiano Island and long ago I spotted the first leaf on a road side bush, but I have been waiting. The Garry Oak, a beautiful survivor, now an endangered species, is one of the last trees to leaf. My neighbors have a tree, still in tight bud and I’m on the hunt to find my first Garry Oak leaf. I had heard about the warm spots the cliffs of the southwestern side of the island create, but only accessible by water. Paddling along the cliffs in a kayak, I was astounded at the beauty of this seascape, rich tall cliffs, sandstone sculptures and water clear enough to see the purple sea stars we all love. Lots of Firs, Maples, Alders but I was looking for a Garry oak! Finally I spotted it, and sure enough, it’s first brave leaf buds were opened to the sun. The Garry Oak always speaks to me of joy, this time the bubbly exhilaration of a first love. Welcome to another spring my friend!
When I began to paint the Garry Oak, I thought of the joy I feel when I have the privilege of witnessing another spring. This joy really came to light for me after both of my fathers passed away within months of each other, my biological dad in November and my adopted father the following January. That year, as I reflected on their lives and my own, I appreciated spring like never before, each leaf, blossom and berry was a gift to be cherished, another spring
I wonder how the Garry Oak feels, clinging to the rock through the storms of winter, to feel those first rays of springtime sun – I think he’s a reluctant fellow, holding his eyes tightly shut until he’s sure, really sure that it’s safe to come out
