Thoughts turn homeward

Photos of apple blossoms are appearing on North American blogs as their authors emerge from the malaise of winter. And though spring here is undeniably beautiful, I miss the more dramatic contrast and excitement of springtime in Canada. I miss that first time you get warm enough while walking to tie your sweatshirt around your waist even though there’s still slush on the ground. I miss being outside in a t-shirt and Wellies breaking up the ice in the backyard so the melting snow drains. I miss the combined effect of a crisp north wind and warm sunlight on your face. I miss the dilemma over when to tempt fate and put away snow boots, shovels, winter coats. I miss stretching out legs that have been hibernating under an office desk and feeling the vitamin D seeping into your bones.



(Though I am always cheered by the incredible cuteness of Chelsea's cat.)