Spring in BC's lower mainland is something to see. I can't believe I'm moving in less than a week. Today I got out into the sun and walked through neighbourhoods around where I live. The thing that strikes me is how beautifully tended the gardens are around practically EVERY HOUSE. It's incredible.
The palm trees and flowering bushes and warm breezes all give me the impression of a tropical vacation. It's even better when I find myself breathing in the salt-smell of the ocean!
Yet, back to Ontario I go.
I grew up in a little town on the shores of Georgian Bay, among the sharp cliffs of the Niagara Escarpment. It's a beautiful place: Hot, lush summers, brilliant orange and red autumns, loooooong, silent, deep winters, and springs that flirt and tease for weeks and then one day burst wide open with green grass and birdsong.
So I leave one gorgeous place for another.
Goodbye ocean, and misty blue-green mountains capped with snow.
Hello whitecaps across the bay, grasshoppers in the tall yellow grass.
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