On Friday last week, my children, sister and I made the 800km north to my home town. We stopped several times along the way, a must with three small children. By the time we reached Williams Lake, I was surprised by the lack of foliage on the trees but the shock didn't stop there. When we reached our destination it was 5C (41F) and it stayed that cold the next day. Going from 25C (77F) to 5C is a pretty big change and for the first day I simply couldn't get warm. I've been here for three days now and I'm finally starting to acclimatize. Thankfully, it's been warming up too. My children didn't mind the change in temperature at all and were fine running outside in a short sleeved shirts despite my encouragements to wear a coat.
Most of the snow up here has melted but there are still patches of it here and there. There are still piles out at my in-laws and the lake is still frozen over. Other than the evergreen trees and a patches of green grass, everything is still quite brown. Spring is still in it's beginnings here but if you look very closely you notice that the pussy willows are blooming, the hummingbirds are feeding, and crocuses are bursting with colour. In no time there will be green leaves and flowing lilacs. It's as if I went back in time about a month or so and get to experience early spring all over again.
Isn't that such a bizarre experience? I have the same thing happen, but in reverse, when I go to my hometown. A fast forward by several weeks. The spring in your hometown looks just like where our spring is at now on the farm.
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