OK, so remnants of dirty grey snow can still be found throughout the city, and there’s a nip in the air that feels distinctly Jack Frost-esque, but daylight savings has shifted the collective attitude nonetheless and it’s that time of year that we Canadians begin to tell ourselves that spring has in fact sprung. Cottage weekends are undoubtedly within reach and floral accessories are on deck, just waiting for that first snap of sunshine to call them into play. Spring is coming, my friends; I can feel it in my bones. So get ready to throw open the shutters, break out those cheeky new wedges, and make plans for patio drinks, stat.
On such a grey day, this is just the push I needed to get outside and feel hopeful! Thanks!
So glad to hear it! The new season isn’t far off, I promise!