6:30

The land of ice and snow may be finally giving itself to spring. I anticipate the end of cold, the smell of the earth and the feeling of outer and inner warmth afforded by the end of winter. I give myself to the idea of new green, the new start. Oh Canada you are glorious in your glaring coat of winter white, but give me the joy of your green and your praise I will sing to the top of the world. Corny but nonetheless, This is a time of rebirth for all of nature and for my spirit. Our backyard is my utopia and is not far from perfect.