Queen Elizabeth Park, filled with the scent of pine and cedar, gives me much pleasure when I walk my dog. QE park, as the neighbours call it, shines as a beautiful place to go: the lower reaches, which I prefer, offers evergreens, a pond, and a stream. Tashi loves to sniff along the stream banks. When we round the hill to the south side of the park, if we’re lucky that day, we catch the sun as we walk into the wind on the crest, where fine views of Galiano Island and Tsawassen await and the air smells like fresh line-dried laundry. Then, we head down the steep hill amid the trees on the west side of the park, down to where the ground is marshy and the ducks swim on a large pond. QE Park speaks softly when we are walking. —Brad