Salish

The Cecil Green Park house, a Tudor-style heritage mansion, in my university, UBC, sits on top of Point Grey cliffs overlooking the Salish Sea and North Shore mountains. It is close to the Museum of Anthropology.

I read the article "Syntactic Nominalization in Halkomelem Salish."

I read the article "Rhetorical Structure of a Lushootseed (Salish) Narrative."

It's the 25th of April of 2025. In the still sunny early evening, around 18:00, I found myself again in Tim Hortons café, this time to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk, a Crispy Chicken Craveable sandwich, and a Lemon Poppyseed Muffin. There was a corpulent man who was partly Amerindian. Salish, I presume. There were some Bharati scattered about in the hall. Homebound, I noticed that the blue mountains in the horizon are still topped with snow.

Muriel said that the garden was ancient and had been cultivated by the Salish for generations, but now few people harvested there, which was a pity because the gardens benefited by frequent harvesting.