[by Shari Blaukopf, Montreal, Canada]
"Finally!" seems to be the word of the day as I pass people on the street. And because we're not hidden inside hats and parkas, we can nod, smile and acknowledge the fact that the brutal cold might be over and spring may be on its way. And there's a joyous sound outside too. It's the happy drip, drip of snow melting — from trees, off roofs, under cars. It's definitely a day to paint puddles, from my car, WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN!
"Finally!" seems to be the word of the day as I pass people on the street. And because we're not hidden inside hats and parkas, we can nod, smile and acknowledge the fact that the brutal cold might be over and spring may be on its way. And there's a joyous sound outside too. It's the happy drip, drip of snow melting — from trees, off roofs, under cars. It's definitely a day to paint puddles, from my car, WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN!