The Degrees of Spring
My hand is healed up, though I think two small scars will remain.
Perhaps today I should talk about the weather. We’ve had a cool, slow spring for about a month now, so the snow drifts have disappeared, but there is less danger of flooding in basements, for which many are grateful. I see that this week we are going to hover around 0 Celsius, (freezing point), but next week things are to pick up and our temperature will creep higher, like to 6 C.
In other parts of Canada, like the greater Vancouver area, I understand they have temperatures in the two-digits above 0 already, and the flowers are blooming, and so forth. No doubt if you live closer to the equator, you only notice whether it is raining or not. Or if the air feels more hot and humid than yesterday. It’s those of us here in the Canadian prairies who really know how to appreciate spring. We’ve borne through 4 to 5 months of winter, and so every little sign of spring is noticed and welcomed here. Some folks count the summer birds as they arrive back from the south.
When I lived on a farm as a young girl I used to go into the pasture to hunt for crocuses as my sign that spring was finally, fully here. (That reminds me of a poem of mine I should share with you today; I’ll put it in the Ruthe’s Roses section).
Naturally, once spring is really here there is more yard work to do again. So I’m pondering how to adjust my schedule to sneak in some outdoor chores. I can’t count on Dad to do them for me this year. Let’s see, my list looks like this;
clean and turn over the rain barrels
vacuum and wash the car
rake the lawn
dig up the garden to bury the compost (unless someone will come with their rotortiller to do it)
sow the early stuff like radishes and spinach, lettuce, etc.
By that time we’ll have inched our way into summer and there will be even more to do! I just don’t know yet whether Snowflake will join me outside, or stay an indoor cat. Some say that’s best. So far she’s too timid to do more than stand just outside the door and sniff the air with trembling and tense body. I have a feeling she’ll get over that though!
