Hark, So Cometh the Spring!

We were never sturdy winter folk. No. We made the best of it, but have seldom reveled in the chilly embrace of snow and ice storm. This made acclimating to our new environment...challenging, shall we say?

As we made improvements to our rental suite, the bitter little flakes of snow pelted me, in my attempts to "refresh" the paint on the balcony. Huge white flakes fell after a day of inhaling paint fumes and cleaning detergent. Pretty? Yes, maybe, but nothing like a good sit in the sun porch watching people go by. We huddled by the gas fireplace for the first couple of weeks, as darkness fell at an alarmingly late time. There were no hikes to be had, not with the bitter winter wind still blowing.

Yet, today, there seems to be some hope of spring. (Yes, this is the middle of June.) Spring is horribly late, but it will come as all seasons do. We've moved into double digits on the Celsius scale, trees have budded and leafed, hyacinths and daffodils have bravely flowered, their heads nodding in the rain that has fallen. (A lot, apparently, from local observation.) What was bare when we arrived, has filled in with green and all the signs point to spring.

We're glad. Sure, we'll have to mow the lawn and do the weeding, but at least the earth is warming and we can turn down the thermostat, at least a little bit. We're so looking forward to summer; to patio weather and bike rides (if we only had some) and to watching the people pass by from the heat of the sun porch. I suspect this will be our favourite spot until the temperatures soar.

Fledgling grass growing...my little project

The garden (perhaps a bit of a stretch, considering its condition) is taking shape and painting season has come. Until we can find a more ecofriendly solution, we're trying to fill in the bare patches of grass. The grass may be growing, but so are the mosquitoes...we've just come in from being eaten alive, but it was worth it. Here's to summer.