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I voted yesterday. It was advance polls; I almost didn't vote because I could wait till May 2 like everyone else, but who knows how busy I'll be on May 2? This is the Canadian General Election, 2011, for those who haven't been listening to my whimpering on the matter.
I voted at St. Giles Presbyterian Church.

There was quite a long line waiting to vote in poll station 615. Then when I got to the front of the line, I almost didn't vote because all I had for identification was my passport, and it wasn't enough. I went home, got my Health Card and a hospital card, and came back.
The line was even longer. We shared the site with polling station 606; no one was turning up there. Huh.
Anyway, my ID was at last sufficient, so I voted. And learned that there were more candidates in my riding than I'd even known about: from eight parties, and one Independent. The parties were: Radical Marijuana, Liberal, New Democratic Party, Green Party, Conservative, Communist, and Marxist-Leninist. I wish the Green Party well. I miss the Rhinos. And the Natural Law Party, who used to levitate. Politics are becoming duller in this country... no, not duller. Nastier.
Then walking home, I photographed a few signs of spring. Flowers. Flowers, at last!

And a garden with a gate, and a lawn of violets:

Or maybe not violets? Little bluish flowers.