In this season of disgruntling politics (when I am forced to realize that, once again my vote will not be of any importance to the government), I am forced to cheer up by the weather.
Spring has arrived.
In the past week, the glacier that has dominated my lawn for the past 5 months has receded. I can now see my flower bed.
And what colour is that I see?
There is green there. And it isn't from bulbs, but from root-based perennials.
That I planted last year. And that are growing back. Is it wrong of me to be joyful?
I am now planning what I will be planting in my vegetable garden for the last time; what biodegradable foods I will be giving my perennials for the last time; how I will help my parents turn their yards into gold.
I will miss having a yard in Vancouver, I am certain of that. But I will be able to find an urban garden to volunteer in, I am sure.