Lilac week

It is Lilac week in Winnipeg at last. This town is blossoming like a new woman after a long childhood. Finalment! The voice of Leslie Feist compliments this quick state of great beauty.

A large black bird perched in a nearby treetop shares his opinion with the neighborhood. Enough rain! Where is my bb gun? Magpies; shoot 'em dead, he said.

I'm not sure what was in the water last Saturday afternoon but the moment Craig and I were free to pile out of his truck after a morning drive out of the city, boldness overcame me. So much so that I climbed over a fence and bee-lined for the first horse spotted on the farm belonging to my brother in law's parents. Derek (said brother) was wrenching on his vehicle when we arrived. Craig joined Derek in the shop and while they assembled the sand blaster and gave it a go, I was free to roam in my coveralls. 

After giving the horses a good rub down, I hightailed it straight for the wall of bush surrounding the property. Once swallowed by the treeline, I could feel my soul soften. Welcome the trees whispered. Why thank you! Woodticks here I come! Without hesitation, a healthy bow of blossoms was twisted together for a crown and I wandered at my own pace cameraless thinking of Lisa and Liza in their own respective cuts of land. 

Sweet nature, what good you do.

Below is a dear photograph of myself in a Quebecois forest shot two years ago to date. Janelle shot it from the top of a large boulder while we were out roaming aimlessly on a Sunday. When I look at myself here, I can hear her laughter in the distance. This is a very true to form depiction of myself. It's good to have a few of those to mark one's path along the way.

June, oh June, make yourself at home.

Margot in the forest. Photo. Chanel Hince. Mont Royal, Montreal/ May 2011