It’s spring, and a middle aged woman’s thoughts turn to … income tax. Ah well, a quick hard sting and it’s over, whereas the blooming outside the window, the forsythia and daffs and cherry blossom and magnolia – oh, the magnolia … these will last for at least a week or two. It’s hard to sit inside working on the perfect days, which my Canadian bones know are short-lived; I unsuccessfully fight the urge to slip out and potter in the garden. Luckily I can unplug my laptop and move around the house following the sun – even sit outside tapping on the deck. Hi my name is Beth and I am a lightoholic.