Spring has Sprung
The grass has rise
I wonder where the birdies is?
So due to the extreme lack of birdies it’s time for photos of flowers.
"How," you might ask, "did lex take this picture since she hasn’t heard word one from Via Rail about the camera cable she left on the train."
"Well," she would reply, "I have a very special guy in my life who bought us a digital camera."
So now I can pursue my traditional spring activity of search for the bursting buds of May.
It always starts with my favourite, the violet. Usually found tucked away in the grass at someone else’s house, so I have to sneak onto their lawn to lie on the damp ground and stare into the beauty of the violet. It is often followed by discovering a sunshine bush that is dripping yellow, or a tulip poking out of a mess of leaves like the tip of a childs tongue as they concentrate on colouring inside the lines. But the absolute joy of spring is discovering a lilac bush overflowing with perfume, scent pouring out of the blossoms and spilling all over you.
Then you know spring has truly sprung.