A Sense of Spring

It was such a beautiful day on Friday that it inspired us to ride our bikes out to the farm. This is our earliest bike ride to the farm since we have been riding out -- about five years now. Last year was our record, when we rode out on February 23rd, but we beat it by twd days.

I had a largish amount of homework, so I couldn't spend too much time outside, but I managed to prune the raspberries and tulameens. They were already producing some green buds. The crocuses were in bloom. The snowdrops are almost done, and the daffodils are poking up through the soil. The violets have greened up; this year I am going to candy the flowers and make a spring cake with candied violets on top -- maybe for Easter.

I was sad to come back to the city today, although you could still smell spring in the air, but it was spring at a great distance. As I walked through Chinatown, I passed the courthouse where they have a row of this highly scented privet in bloom. They have an amazing scent, so it was a little bit of life in an otherwise grey place.

Conversations and Understanding

I ran into my friend in the hallway of my building. She is older and wiser than I am. We had the oddest conversation, where I was sure, neither of us knew what the other was trying to say, but I was certain that eventually we would.