Till I look outside.
Because this is what my yard looks like this morning.
|East side, this side gets a fair bit of sun, so it isn't looking too bad.|
|West side. Gets almost no sun. It takes a long time for this to go.|
This is about as springlike as it gets around here. The grass really is green. True fresh green. With a fresh topping of snow.
I'm not even showing you the front yard. Much too depressing.
And that is spring in Saskatchewan and Alberta. In truth, in comparison to many parts of Saskatchewan, Alberta can't even hold up its head. Saskatchewan is going to have to melt out double this, or more.
In keeping with the season, I am knitting something appropriately spring like.
Rowan Cocoon. Small warm scrunchy thick scarf. It will do many wraps around me neck for extra warmth.
I know spring is out there somewhere. That was green grass after all by the spruce tree. And the geese are here even if the water is still covered by ice. And I have heard a crow or two. I know that winters back is broken, but it is going to take a little time till it really feels like spring has arrived.