Like the person who believes an empty bank account means the end of the month is near, I consider my rapidly disappearing woodpile to be an indicator of the imminent end of winter.
Since the temperature is stubbornly hovering around –10C (-22C with the wind chill), that does require somewhat of a leap of faith, but it’s not the only sign of spring.
Yesterday the doves were back from points south where they spend the coldest winter months. The chipmunks have come out of hibernation. The raccoons have broken into our screen porch for what will likely be the first time this year. And the wild turkeys have returned to our yard, as they do every spring.
But the one true, irrefutable, sign of spring? Hot cross buns are back on the shelves at the supermarket. Yum!
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3 comments:
haha, after seeing your pic of the hot cross buns here, they looked so good I went out to get some. None in my neighbourhood yet. grrrrrr. Oh well, the HC buns and spring will both be here soon.
Got mine at Farm Boy on Wednesday. Gone already - have to go back for more now.
Ah, I'll Farm Boy in the morning. thanks
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