Confession time: when living in the lower mainland I never really considered the “season” of spring to be a truly legitimate season, likely because of the seamless transition between the two. In northern life, however, the transition from winter to summer is incredibly drawn out and can be somewhat depressing; but it is also a time that consistently reminds me that the snow will melt and summer, glorious summer, promises to appear. The transition is slow over all, but the daily signals are overwhelmingly exciting.
The sun now streams through my window at five in the morning and when evening rolls around, twilight turns to dusk at nine thirty!
With that in mind, instead of blogging, we have been tilling the soil in the greenhouse, adventuring out later in the evening, and taking some time to sit on the dock and watch the ice melt.