kreature of the night

What a strange thing, to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Yesterday was beautiful here on Vancouver Island. It was the perfect temperature to lay out in the field in front of my house without being overly warm. (I did ditch the boots and the denim jacket once I was laying down.) I am pleased that I finally got around to taking Bambi (my bike) to the shop for a tune up. I've had her for four years and used to put her to good use while living in Vancouver but ever since I moved back to the Island I've lived almost in the heart of downtown so walking just seemed to be the easiest option for me. This is no longer the case. Taking Ben to daycare with us both riding bikes literally adds 20 more minutes to my morning routine. I thought letting him bike and me stumbling behind him was the way- boy was I wrong. This week changed my life and I've ridden Bambi everywhere, even the shortest of distances.

After Amanda left for her serving job I laid beneath this tree for nearly two hours. Every couple of minutes Robins or Crows would fly into the tree and visit me for a short while only to leave and be replaced by another. Not a cloud in the sky and 13 degrees with a slight breeze would be my idea of spring perfection.

The rest of my day was just as lovely. When I returned home I laid in bed for a couple of minutes only to be asked if I would like to be taken out to dinner, any place of my choosing, by Cyrus and one of his longtime best friends Damian. I'm a classy lady so I obviously chose Red Robins due to the fact that Damian has a car and they have really delicious beverages and always tons of seating. The sun began to set and the sky was glorious shades of purple and pink. (I would have taken a photo but my phone died right before dinner.)