the one thing i ache for,
that is so uncharacteristic of the landlubber me,
is the whiff of briar by the ocean.
the land of butchart and other gardens,
there are blooms everywhere - almost year round.
but the scent of the wild briar
is probably the sweetest i've ever encountered
especially if inhaled oceanside.
the combination is intoxicating...happiness guaranteed !!!
we are extremely lucky on this lower part of vancouver island,
there are no industries to pollute our air.
once in a while, if the wind is wrong,
one gets an alarming sniff of a very distant pulp mill.
but with the demise of forestry, this is becoming rare.
so i have learned