march 2

I have, for the first time in 12 years, a garden to play in; and, for the first time in my life, it's a garden that's completely mine.

It's lain dormant for months and I've been checking since early February for signs of life. I've spent a an hour here and there, tidying up and freeing shoots and buds from the autumn and winter leftovers of twigs, branches, dead leaves.

A week ago I noticed lush, green points and spikes pushing up the dirt in the corners of the garden. By Sunday - today - there are 4 miniature daffodils blooming in the wintry sun in all their tiny joyful glory.

Wanting to post a new photo from my garden, I got right down in the dirt and shot the lusciuous yellow blooms with the macro setting on my Canon Elph. I came inside, put the camera down - and haven't seen it since.

So in honour of my wee daffs, here's a pic of last spring's narcissus instead - blooming near the heron's nests in Stanley Park.