“The RoseBouquet”

This is my most favourite time of the year. I like the changing seasons. We have no excuse to get bored, but somehow this time is the one I enjoy most. Our spring is probably later than most other parts of the world.

(Just another hour’s drive north of us, and you’ll find the population very sparse. Lots of unnamed lakes and forests with some hunters and trappers moving about, and a few aboriginal settlements, but next to no roads, so only those who fly or trek in are up in the vast northend of our province. Beyond that is the North West Territories, and eventually the North Pole).

Our days are longer now, the sunshine is wonderful, the trees are green with freshly bursted leaves, and the breezes are such gentle, soothing caresses - it is just great to be alive!

When you sow seeds into the garden you can go check your rows one day after another, and suddenly one day, there’s a row of little green sprouts winking up at you. Just like over night. Then another and another. It just makes you want to water them and see more!

Right now I’m so glad of my habit of early morning walks around our town. It seems the energy I expend is repaid to me with more energy than if I didn’t walk. I feel healthier and able to take on far more than before. My heart is cheered, and my mind is off with ideas like a puppy that got away. Yes! I’m glad to be me, an content to be where I am, doing what I do!