My only regret is that I'll have to start shaving my legs again.
Oh, was I thinking out loud there?
Keen frost to scrape off the car this AM. (-15 C), snow, and more snow in the forecast. Yes, it's spring time in Ontario. This time last year we had a balmy 25C.
As we wait for the garden to bloom, we got excited about the pot plant in the foyer (it's been a slow week). Beyond the violets, we've never had anything flower before. Until now. The lowly specimen below needed some sun and it has thrived over the last twelve months becoming a veritable mini jungle.
And lo, tiny green buds did appear...
We're on tenterhooks.
Actually, I'm the only one on tenterhooks. Nobody else has noticed.
Fled the cubicle yesterday for the First Day of Spring and found a quiet spot overlooking a farmer's field. Broke bread with Bach-the Cello Suite # 1. Ahhh. Followed by Satie-solo piano and Steve Reid-Duet. A fine trio of music. It was a passing policeman who pulled up beside me this time. Just checking there were no issues. With Bach? Never. The Rite of Spring was a given. Thank-you, Tom.
Your task for today? At some point, leave your building and take in the Spring weather.