Whenever I moan too much about how long winter is and when is spring coming and I’m sick and tired of grey weather, blah blah blah, I eventually end up being reminded that I really don’t have it all that badly (can we say “Canada”? Check out all the snow posted at Yarn Harlot!) and I get to feeling like a tremendous whiner.
Then spring actually comes and I just feel smug. And delighted too. Definitely delighted.
We’re still in sweater-weather, many-grey-and-rainy-days kind of spring here: but the plants are growing, the buds are swelling, the allergies are rampant, and some brave souls have even ventured a bloom or two!