A photo essay. Sort of. Let me explain a bit. Canadian winters can be long. Like eight months long. It first snowed here to stay in mid November. The last snowfall was late April. Okay, so that's six. But let's include the month of cold on the front end of that, and this: Squint. It's like Where's Waldo. Can you find the colour? It's there, I swear! but this is what we face, for like, weeks after the snow is gone. This and the garbage and rotting dog poop. Yum. Fun times. So what's a writer to do, you ask? Easy. this:
Oh yes. This mug goes with me everywhere. Well, not when I leave the city, because the last time I did that, I left my coveted Devon Rhodes mug on a Greyhound bus and that was a sad, sad day. (because she lervs me, she replaced it, but that's another story) But this one goes to work every day (to remind me I'm going to quit that day job one of these days, and this is why) and back, and it follows me through the house and out to the garden. This is morning coffee break. Notice the colour really is there, just like I said. This is April in the Canadian Garden. It gets better, I promise. Or, I've been promised it gets better....Oh, I hope.
But just in case, there's always lunch break. And to round out the day, BBQ. Oh yes. Yes, that is exactly what it looks like. A plate full of cow. !st BBQ of the season You know we had to go big.