I can't bring myself to start a conversation with egg, cow or pinky pal even though I dedicated hours of deep conversation with Mac's Eliza in the 80s trying to get her to say gag me with a spoon. Don't ask. I was eight.

The first Trillium of the year as the fawnlily fades. Nature's orchestration of colour till it settles into the golden heat of Summer.

This week has been a real spring rollercoaster of weather in the Valley. Makes you cherish every ray of sunshine. Until the summer where you wish for days like this.

Anyone else think immediately: Travels with Charlie?

Out in full force now!

Panoramas always make the scenery surreal. Like what is happening here.

Spring Vacation doesn't start till you eat pizza for breakfast and your dog frolics in glacier cold water that you wouldn't even dip your fingertips into.

First fawnlily of the season.

Nunu. Puntledge River. Please just get my head in the shot. I've gained some weight in my elder years.

With both of these guys neck in neck to the finish line, it makes me realise what good companions they have been to me thru all the shit that life has thrown. Cheers to the four legged ride or dies. Lol. Kinda hated myself there but it's true.

Yes, I enjoyed dressing up my tiny dog in a horrid little elf suit. No shame anymore. Unsurprisingly the big dogs were not jealous. Merry Hohoho to all.

Midday food coma. Don't need to get rustled from bed to drive to another dinner. Just leave me behind. I'll take leftovers.

Kafka wishes all do-gooders some mischief.

Decided to start labelling my jam with honesty.