After my last post, reflecting on last year’s early spring and the spectre of global warming, I was certain that winter would be coming to an end. Yesterday, my dear sister informed me that the annual Flower Count had begun in her fair city, which strives annually in this festival to make the rest of the country jealous.
This morning. Just north of Toronto.
Warning: you may have the urge to curl up by a roaring fire with tea after viewing the following photos.
So this is what I woke up to this morning. It looks nothing like George Clooney.
The view of red-twig dogwood through my bay window:
Wiarton Willie? Excuse me? You were saying? #stupidgroundhog