A couple of weeks ago, I spent an afternoon making cookies and preparing dinner in a friend’s kitchen, just south of Spanish Banks. At 6:30, I started up Blanca to catch the bus on 4th, but ended up taking a whimsical left turn onto Belmont. The golden evening sun called for some aimless wandering on unknown sidewalks in appreciation of street-lining trees and lush front gardens.
A lavender bush caught my eye and then I noticed a few bees buzzing around from flower to flower. There was a carpet of cushy green grass between the sidewalk and the street, so I parked my ass there and watched the bees.
After leaving the bees, I walked up Bellevue. There was a nice view of English Bay and the North Shore mountains by Sasamat.