On the weekend, the weather finally got warm enough for the last of snow to melt. Nearly a month late, Winnipeggers stepped out of hiding indoors, wincing in the unfamiliar warmth of the sun as they shed boots and parkas for flip flops and shorts.
I too joined in the exodus outside and cleaned off the patio, put out my planters hauled out my turtle sculptures and arranged them "just so" on my freshly-swept deck.
At last, Spring Had Arrived.
Or so I thought.
Because this is what greeted me this morning:
Poor birdies... they were having a ball feasting at my thrift-store bird feeder filled with seeds and nuts on Sunday. Today it's ice-covered. And It's.Still.Snowing!
It IS May, isn't it? Because I have an uneasy feeling that I need to put away the Halloween decor, and start getting to those Christmas cards I always leave too late to make.