Yes, spring finally arrived this weekend in the Great White North. My first piece of asparagus popped up.
The fiddleheads in the swampy area in the back of my house were ready to be picked (and eaten)!
My gorgeous primula was in fine form and happily blooming.
This flowering tree was not mine, but seen on a drive by and Richard snapped this pic.
Richard got busy and turned over parts of the veggie garden...
...followed by a beer and the NY Times crossword puzzle being worked out on the swing. The leaves aren't really out yet but the air was warm, the sun was hot and the days are starting to last forever. I love this season!