It’s January 27, technically the depths of winter here in the northern hemisphere. But as all Vancouverites know, unless we’re hit with something unseasonable, we’re almost ready to head into spring in our fair city, regardless of what the calendar claims. Sure, it’s chilly and damp out there, and it gets dark way too early. My poor fingers were stiff with cold by the time I got home from walking the dog and standing around the playground with my girl today. But my garden has pushed up the first evidence of the lush season to come. My phone camera refused to focus on it, for unknown reasons. Perhaps it couldn’t believe its lens?
(Edited to note that I neglected to submit this post, so it’s showing up a few days later than written. Sorry!)