Lucky Honu

When spring comes, the grass grows by itself.
- Tao Te Ching

Yesterday, I got an email from a friend that asked, "How is life in the great white frozen north?"  It was just below freezing and we had 3 inches of snow outside and I wondered to myself, "Will Edmonton just skip spring and go straight into summer?"

This morning, I woke up to a warm misty fog that was melting everything away like magic. We moved into our rental house here in late summer, so I have no idea what will arise out of the ground this spring.

This afternoon, I looked hopefully out in the front flower bed, wondering if it would just be a soggy mass of last fall's leaves.  I found a tulip or a daffodil poking its exploratory greens out. This, I hope, is spring.