Today's post found me off wandering into Lantzville, which is a small town on the northern edge of Nanaimo that gradually found itself surrounded by city on its landward side. If our realtor had shown us places in Lantzville when we moved to the coast six years ago, I'm pretty sure we'd be living there today instead of the city proper. Maybe we'd be living on Shangri-La Road.
And what's does Shangri-la look like? Trees of spun gold, certainly.
But mostly, it's a comfortable, quiet street where everyone knows each other and your pets, which is necessary when they wander off to snooze under the old vehicle parked in your yard, or in the cedar hedge.
This last has actually happened to us. While they lived next door, our neighbors had a wonderful fluffy grey and white cat that adored our garden. He liked people and would come up to the window to talk to us or Murray and Mr. Tippy. Strangely, the pair of our cats weren't all that territorial when it came to Fluffy.
During the summer, our neighbors moved and Fluffy disappeared from our lives. We've recently found him back here though, sleeping in the sunshine below our cedar hedge, perhaps dreaming of the squadron of birds who land on our lawn to peck at the seeds and bugs.
Bruce ran into our old neighbors the other day to find that they are now living only a few blocks away. Turns out Fluffy is a bit of a traveller, having covered large distances to get back here. Apparently, he likes the neighborhood.
And what's does Shangri-la look like? Trees of spun gold, certainly.
But mostly, it's a comfortable, quiet street where everyone knows each other and your pets, which is necessary when they wander off to snooze under the old vehicle parked in your yard, or in the cedar hedge.
This last has actually happened to us. While they lived next door, our neighbors had a wonderful fluffy grey and white cat that adored our garden. He liked people and would come up to the window to talk to us or Murray and Mr. Tippy. Strangely, the pair of our cats weren't all that territorial when it came to Fluffy.
During the summer, our neighbors moved and Fluffy disappeared from our lives. We've recently found him back here though, sleeping in the sunshine below our cedar hedge, perhaps dreaming of the squadron of birds who land on our lawn to peck at the seeds and bugs.
Bruce ran into our old neighbors the other day to find that they are now living only a few blocks away. Turns out Fluffy is a bit of a traveller, having covered large distances to get back here. Apparently, he likes the neighborhood.
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| An old shed at the corner of Shangri-La and Lantzville. |
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| Across the road, the view is more rural than urban |
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