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Sunshine Makes Everything Better

It must have been last Thursday that I found myself, late in the afternoon, sitting in the warm sunshine on the balcony and it was good. Very, very good. I was reading, well, make that devouring a new book I'd picked up at the library earlier in the day in the "fast reads" section. Meaning it is due within a week's time. I've always been someone who stands in front of the new fiction section of the library, waiting for a book to come to me, which is more of a challenge in a foreign country where the authors are unfamiliar, although not all of them, just a bunch. Which reminds me of an author I've been meaning to mention for weeks---Alice Munro, the greatest Canadian short story writer I've ever read. If you like short stories, you can never go wrong with an Alice Munro collection.

So what was I reading? Theft by Finding by David Sedaris, a collection of his diary entries between 1977 and 2002. I'm not sure who introduced me to his work, could have bee…

I Asked for Wonder

At church, two weeks ago, hoping to relieve his overflowing bookcases, one of the congregants offered up part of his home library, bringing about 300 books to give away. Arrayed on tables, the mostly theological books had many takers, including me who brought home two, one for Bruce, and one for myself. Not that I knew anything about the author, Rabbi Abraham Heschel, but how could I pass up a book with that title when it so perfectly describes how I've felt these months in Vancouver?
Well, really, all of my life.

I could not.

won·der ˈwəndər/ noun 1. a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.
"he had stood in front of it, observing the intricacy of the ironwork with the wonder of a child"
synonyms:awe, admiration, wonderment, fascination; More



A Garden Visit

This is not the first time I've visited the Van Deusen Gardens, nor do I suspect it will be my last. During my visit in November, the fall leaves were nearing the end of their life cycle. Then too, we returned in December, and it was utterly freezing, as you may recall from this account during Matt and Tom's visit. Because we've had nothing but rain, or so it seems, on the one day it was not meant to rain, I took the #10 bus to see what I could see. Oh my! What a difference a season makes.
Wendy, my "friend" from the liquor store, urged me to go now while the trees are still blooming. Furthermore, according to her, I'll need to return in mid-May when all of the Rhododendron are in full color. From what I saw, I can't imagine how they can get any better, however, I'll take her word for it.

Friends, I can't tell you how magnificent it is to be able to see all of the new flowers and plants. I am dying over it! And I thought snow was the pinnacle. Our…