See the air and feel the warmth of the water
Smack in the middle of Canada’s most ephemeral season, one can only wait for the arrival of warm weather. Every year, we go through the same song and dance; we salute the new foliage and lawncover, while our breathe provides a visible flag while waiting for that early morning bus. As recently as yesterday, in a neighbouring province, my sister recorded snowfall (she called it hail, I call it nasty weather). If I was prone to planting tomatoes, I’d be convinced that the frost was meant to vex me alone.
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