The dunes above the beach on the west shore of Boundary Bay are half-wild, half tame gone feral. Logs and scraps of broken driftwood litter the sand, overrun with a tangle of native plants and lichens, but on the inner edge, bordering the last row of houses of Beach Grove, the home-owners have extended themselves beyond their walls, spreading chairs and hammocks, kayaks and abandoned toys well out into the sand. Some have blended their own garden plants in with the beach pea and sea rocket; here's a patch of purple and yellow irises, there's a couple of blue blossom shrubs, further along a mound of evergreen roses. Invasive Scotch broom rubs elbows with gumweed, heal-all, and nasturtiums.
|Large-headed sedge, Carex macrocephalus. They grow best where the sand is driest.|
|Bee foraging in flowers. A garden escape, maybe?|
|Flowers, grasses, and ant.|
|"Garden" in a knothole.|
|Under the Scotch broom. I don't know what the white flowers are. The pinkish bits are purple dead-nettle.|
|I don't recognize this one. A garden escape, again?|
|The flowers, or maybe buds. I'll have to go back later to see what develops.|