A Lot Happens in a Week

The roads behind me, I arrived back in Ottawa after a grueling trip to warm greetings, bare trees and frosted windshields in the mornings—but the sun was shining and the temperatures very acceptable. Sometimes, you just know when a friend is special—I called one of my dearest my first day home and told her I was putting away the cleaning tools for the day and having a glass of wine—would she join me. “Mmm, let’s see.” She said. “I’ll check my list. Oh, right here at the top it says go have a glass of wine with Molly.” Gotta love that kind of friendship!

Within a few days the temperatures soared, the trees burst into leaf and wild flowers waved their pretty heads. Trilliums, dog-toothed violets, white and purple violets, bellwort and dandelions are glowing white and yellow against the deep green foliage. Of course, I interrupted my power walks to take photos.

I had to mow the lawn! All within seven days—nature sure can take charge when she wants.

After spending the week getting the house spitted and polished, I tackled the garden yesterday, one of them anyway—the veggie garden. I am pleased to say that my walking and swimming regimen in Arizona left me in good shape and I am not suffering too much from digging and bending in the dark rich soil (such a contrast to the red sand of the desert). One of my first delights of spring is enjoying the sweet taste of asparagus—I did last night—oh, what a delicious treat. Tomorrow, I will be able to pick rhubarb for my morning fruit salad. Life is good.