In my south-western corner of Toronto the daffodils and hyacinths are in full bloom. They don’t mind some cold weather; in fact, they are hardy enough that they do better in cold than in warm temperatures.
Remember the little house story I told a while back?
Well the garden is exploding with these flowers at the moment. Despite the suffocating dead foliage and other debris in the neglected garden, these bright coloured flowers are peeking through the drab browns and greys, and awaken my senses for spring.
Just in time for a freaking snow storm.
I tried blocking people in certain states to prevent the snow from coming my way but it didn’t work. 🙄 The weather gods in April do what they want. And, in this country, especially in my geographical location, it is not unusual to experience all four seasons in one day.
Anyway, I have both daffodils and hyacinths in vases in my house now.
The hyacinths emit a lovely, sweet scent which soothes my troubled mind. And the bright and pale yellows of the daffodils, well, they’re like having sunshine in the house.
I’m staying off the news. Mostly. I cave at times, and then I regret going back in within minutes of scanning headlines. I need a break.
Tomorrow is my mom’s birthday and the first year anniversary of my father’s ambulatory trip to the hospital. It’s going to be a bitter-sweet day, but mom invited me to lunch, so I get to have a day away from the house here. The rest of the family is working/schooling remotely, so it’ll just be me and Tucker making the trip into the suburbs.
I hope I don’t get stopped by the cops. (I won’t, and even if I will, I’m not concerned…what can they do? Throw me in jail for spreading covid asymptomatically to the dog? Hah.)