"The way that led to the spring from our cabin was a path wandering along the bank of the inlet through snowberry and thimbleberry and shallon bushes, with the sea below you on the right, and the shingled roofs of the houses, all built down on the beach beneath round the little crescent of the bay."

from "The Forest Path to the Spring," by Malcom Lowry

Like the path in Lowry's story, my experience with the snowberry bush has been a meandering journey. As I tried to navigate my way through poems, web sites, gardens, short stories, scientific tomes, forests, and First Nations myths, but to name a few of the sources I have found, I have sometimes felt as if I were slipping into a vast sea of references, facts, and stories. However, I hope that this web site will show how I have tried to pull myself back onto my given path, a path bordered by the thriving foliage of the snowberry bush. This path, situated in a coastal BC forest full of pines, maples, cedars, hemlocks, and alders, has taken me to surprising places, transcending time and place and languages to reveal a story that takes surprising twists and turns.