I questioned whether I should write this post at all, as I understand what a sensitive topic it can be.  I am not doing this to offend anyone, or cause jealousy or issues with my friends and readers.

I am just sharing my day.

Today, January 14th, I heard a lawnmower.

I started as a gentle rumble in the distance, through the trees from a neighbouring property.  The sun was shining and as I shrugged off my jacket, I heard it.

I could hear it especially well since I was no longer wearing a wool hat.
Or a scarf.

The whir-whir-whir of the blades awakened something in me.

Spring.

I leaned into the sunshine, feeling WARMTH.

True heat, radiating.

And then the smells hit me. Fresh cut grass and hay, steaming soil.  The smell of green.

I have been a west coaster my whole life and always appreciated our ability to have an early spring. It wasn’t until we moved to Salt Spring that we understood how early it CAN arrive on the islands.

Our seasons tend to be Summer, Hallowe’en, Christmas, Spring.

And I think that is fan-freaking-tastic

Lawnmowers, sunshine, tweeting birds; I am ready for it all.  Bring on the spring.