On 25 April, our north-facing Ottawa backyard finally rids itself of its last snow. As I head to the airport, I see that the irises and daffodils are just up. There is still nary a sign of any tulips the squirrels missed. As for flowering trees and bushes: Fuggedaboutit! Their leaves aren’t even started.
Stopping off in Edmonton, I see expanses of my least favourite colour: taupe. The good news is that I can see the ground: It isn’t still covered in snow. Driving south, I see field after field in shades of gray and beige, with the occasional flash of intense blue where standing water reflects the cloudless Alberta sky.
Arriving in Vancouver on 29 April, I enter another country. Spring is so well started there that the early starters are close to done. The cherry trees, for example, are definitely past their prime; magnolia blossoms litter boulevards, sidewalks, and gutters; and tulips in south-facing locations are already thinking about next year.
The second wave of spring flower-ers is at their brief peak, as are trees that flaunt leaves rather than flowers.
And the azaleas that beautified the Master’s Tournament, a full month ago in Augusta, are now in full bloom north of the 49th.
It will be several weeks before any such display graces my neighbourhood, even in part, but it’s good to know that it’s Spring somewhere.