Mothers' Day weekend is test weekend at our house. We test the season's progression. This year, spring failed the test.
Long time readers know that Mothers' Day weekend is when we bought our house back in 2006. That year, the weather had been warm and sunny for weeks. As Fred gazed out the patio doors, the Church behind us was so well hidden by the leaves on the Birch trees as to be unrecognizable. Not knowing the area and worried that the house backed onto a night club, motor cycle gang club house or some such, he turned to the realtor standing beside him and asked " What's that building back there?" The United Church. Well, they'd make great neighbours.
Each year since, I check that patio-door view on Mothers Day weekend. This year, the season failed us. No mistaking the building beyond our shsed. This was the view Saturday morning.
I will continue to check the view every Saturday. Then I will be able to tell you for sure how many weeks our season is lagging behind this year. Stay tuned.
But I did see something, Saturday morning, that I had not seen in months.