Blog Post #2
It was a gorgeous day here in the Lower Mainland — warm, mostly sunny, no wind — perfect weather to be outside breathing in nature. With your sweetheart!
That’s just what I did today.
Bruce and I headed out early this morning — had a bite to eat, did a bit of shopping, then ended up at Bear Creek Park, one of our favourite places for a leisurely walk among trees and plants and a meandering creek.
We came across a sign warning us that we were in area that has high levels of beaver activity. I was disappointed that I didn’t see any beavers. However, I did see a bunny scamper across our path, disappearing into a blackberry thicket.
It was a delight to see people strolling through the park. Children playing on the playground, spinning crazily on the merry-go-round, soaring on the swings trying to reach high enough to touch the clouds with their toes, lovers walking hand in hand admiring the budding flowers.
I love the outdoors especially on days such as this one. The sun warming the land, leaves bursting from their buds, flowers blossoming forth — splashes of colour so vivid against the backdrop of leafless trees. I rejoice in the midst of such beauty. On days like this, I see the power of the earth, I believe in miracles, and I am thrilled to be alive.
by Billy Collins
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breezethat it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the houseand unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.