A couple of weeks ago I wrote a smug, all gloaty post about spring in Vancouver. There were photos of flowers flowering, buds budding, and grass grassing. I took insufferable pokes at folks still in the icy grip of winter. It must have especially annoyed my mother who lives in Nova Scotia, and warns me every February: “Don’t tell me about your damned blooming flowers.”
Today, I eat my words. Take a look at this while I go cut a big piece of crow pie:
Mom, did you arrange this somehow?