Springing into art

There is no art more beautiful than that very first blush of spring - especially when you've had as wet and dreary a winter as we have this year. I took this photo over the weekend and have kept it on my desktop ever since.

Because it's as if the daffodils, the magnolias and the cherry trees dragged spring with them as they blossomed, rather than the other way around.

The year, the flowers were blooming long before any of us actually believed that we were going to have any spring at all.

And once they got started, they were quickly followed by the forsythia, the faint blush of yellow (precursor to their gorgeous green) on the willow trees, the occasional day warm enough to wear a sweater instead of a coat.

And to celebrate?

Today, despite the rain and the cool temperatures, I wore my sandals. Only for a couple of blocks, but still. Feels like spring to me.

Kate

Spring in Vancouver

is fleeting - so you have to take advantage of every moment of it.

And we have very very very big birds. Here are a couple of  photos of my walk around False Creek yesterday. I've got them up on my computer as well as here because, oh surprise, it's raining again today.

Stopped at Granville Island on the way home - packed full of people taking advantage of the sunshine. Picked up a pound of fresh crab, a couple of loaves of Terra bread (one french, one pecan date walnut), paired that with fresh watermelon and feta cheese. The best lunch ever.

Kate