There’s been a debate here in the deeply frozen north about when winter snowstorms become spring snowstorms. First, I think it’s important to understand that snow does not mean winter. In the mountains, snow can be found even in summer. In Calgary, we’ve had snow every month of the year. If snow defined the seasons, winter would be endless and unbearable.
I let my garden define the seasons. If there’s green, it’s spring. The first flower defines it more clearly, but any green brings hope. This year, my first green came in daffodil shoots emerging in an east-facing bed close to the house, in late February. They’ve been buried under snow over and over since then, but each time they emerge, they’re a little taller. Now I see buds forming, as we anticipate a lovely warm day. Of course, more snow is coming, but my daffodils will still be there. Because it’s spring.
Maureen
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