Something else to capture the eye.

More of those delicious egg-like beauties.
Open arms to embrace the sun.
We aren't going to talk about the snow.I'm living in a dream world where it didn't happen.
Ill do my best not to look over at my neighbor's shade filled lawn that still holds the reminder.
It didn't snow the other day.
I'm sticking to that story.

In that moment.

Mmmmm, its been raining. Not the brilliantly cold rain of winter, but more the subdued chill of early spring. Its the kind of rain that is walk worthy. Coming down in sheets at one moment. Then in the next just lightly tapping overhead.
In that moment if you look, you can find more than just the beauty of rain.
Its treasure .The gift of renewal.

Spring has arrived!

At least at my house!
Yesterday my first crocus bloomed, bringing a little joy to the start of my day.
It only got better from that moment.
Last night The Port Coquitlam Heritage Society held its first Annual Museum Fundraiser Gala! It was a lot of hard work, but it payed off in spades. As the Co Chair of the Fundraising Committee, I am immensely proud of the evening. We raised 25% over our projections, close to $6,300. With the help of our keynote speaker Donald Luxton, the recipient of the 2009 Provincial Heritage award, we managed to boost awareness of our plight here within the community. This is the beginning of a new era, one supportive of preserving local heritage within our city.
Many local artist displayed their works for Auction.
A local Florist Karon Fuson supplied the flowers.
And donated the centerpieces! Gorgeous!The flowers, the art, the long stem roses on water picks for the guests, and a Jazz duo playing in the background really set a mood for the evening.The day started with crocus, and ended with roses.
Living in B.C. in late February, not a bad day to say good bye to winter.

The colours of Winter

On a clear day, the colours of my garden are sharp. She is in prime condition to show off her resilient winter body.
The curves. More definable without the spring blooms, or the summers perennials.

A silent beauty.The shock of the purple,

In contrast to the fresh green tones of the new year's growth
So fragile. So beautiful.
These plants persist. Undaunted by winters bite.
Each shining, in the cold sunlight.
A sunny day in winter, brings just about everyone out.

Dare I say it? I want spring!

I'm salivating for it. The memories have been dancing across my brain. Teasing. Tempting. Driving me batty.

To feed my undeniable hunger I have been perusing through pictures from last spring. What a difference a season or two makes! Is that my garden?

The snow hasn't completely left my garden. But a girl can dream, right.......