It’s springtime here in southern Ontario, Canada. We’ve had a long, cold winter and everyone was heartily sick of it months ago, but spring took its sweet time getting here. A warm day now and again, and then the thermometer would dip once more. Such a tease.
Finally, this weekend, we had gorgeous sunny weather. I went out of town on Friday. (I was visiting Ottawa again. Only six weeks ago, it was a frozen winter city; now it’s warm enough for patio dining.) By the time I got back on Monday, the season had changed.
The leaves have all popped out on the trees and hedges. There’s some kind of shrub flowering in my neighbour’s yard across the street. Cherry blossoms are in full swing. The tulips in my front garden went from buds shut tight to open flowers. And yes, the dandelions are out. All in three days.
I love, love, love this time of year. Every day there’s something new to notice, tender green unfurling on wood that seemed to be dead, a flower open that wasn’t before. The sunshine is warm again, and one can be outside without needing to be moving. Plans for the vegetable garden are afoot. (We’re trying scarlet runner beans this year.)
I’m like a lizard: sun-loving, heat-seeking. All winter my shoulders have been hunched against the cold. I can feel myself unfurling too, blossoming towards summer. Autumn is a time I love as well, but it’s always a bit wistful for me. Spring is pure relief.
And the seasons turn.
Your turn! Do you have spring where you live? What’s your favourite season?
Oh man, you make me homesick. We get spring, but it’s very different. Probably because we don’t really get a winter!
We seem to be having Second Winter. It’s vaguely springlike, in that we’re getting rain, not snow, but it’s cold and overcast all the time, which is frankly unseasonal no matter the season here. Precipitation! No sun! What’s this?
On the other hand, it is allowing me to stay in leggings/boots a good month and a half longer than usual. >_>