It feels (and certainly smells) like spring. Stepping outside to pee, baring my butt to warm floral winds is an exercise in upliftment. These spring breezes would waft me away if not for gravity’s annoying reality.

I’ll be surrounded by flowers soon, awash in floral scents and flower faeries. I dropped a load of stuff at the Shawnigan Lake place this past weekend, and the garden is all very neatly weeded and trimmed. This time of the year things have just started growing well; you can still see each plant for what it is, with stretches of bare dirt between.

Beauty is an incredibly delicious tonic, though it’s possible to become jaded by the same beautiful sights every day. This may well be one of the earth’s most gorgeous settings, but the thought of that lush garden is a thrill! I’ll be freshly thrilled to return here, too. Best of all possible worlds.

The most exciting thing about the garden is that I’ll be able to take close-up photos of new kinds of flowers. I love that super macro setting… I’m hungry for new things to photograph; I’ve pretty much milked this island dry of new sights. Change is good.

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