It smells like a violent Spring outside.
The weather is warm - too warm - for this time of year in Eastern Canada, and the bare, muddy earth emits that raw and lively odour usually reserved for late March or April.
But the intense, arctic winds whipping around the homes burning my face as I walk the kids to the school bus remind me that this is only temporary, like everything else.
We will plunge back down into the cold. It is our way.
Yet, how fortuitous to have this gentle break in the weather, this reminder that Spring is just around the corner? Indeed, are we not on the cusp of Brigit's day?
Yes, we are not quite there yet, but we hold the knowledge that there is a time for everything. In patience I await.
