In the Pink

A very pleasant day in Vancouver this past March was spent wandering through the West End with an old friend, each armed with our little cameras and fuelled by a shared enchantment with the pink confetti falling all around us from the cherry blossom trees.

We were accompanied by the vociferous and squirrel-obsessed Arabella Hound.

No squirrels yet but the sniffing is good!

It was a bit chilly that day, but I imagined how lovely it would be to sit out at one of these street tables in the middle of summer, coming downstairs from my little apartment, if I still lived in the west end.

All the flowers, trees, and shrubs transform what could be a concrete jungle

into a charming and welcoming neighbourhood. 

You can see that family's do make their homes in this densely populated condoland, as evidenced by a father and daughter out together for an afternoon walk.  (Note the daffodils blooming in March, just the way things are supposed to be!  They've begun popping up out here on the east coast in recent days.  But lucky me--I get to experience two springs!)

This looks like a grandfather cherry blossom tree, or maybe a grandmother--I can't tell them apart.  At any rate, I think that's enough pink candy flossing for the moment.  We wouldn't want to have too much of a good thing now, would we? Besides, Arabella is getting anxious to find some squirrels.