It is fully-blown springtime here in the birthplace of Confederation. I'm in at the Confederation Centre now, waiting for the last shift of the Eastern School District Drama Festival, a.k.a. the week-long pain in my ass that I forgot how horrible it was.
Today I saw a big fat hummingbee exploring my Mum's crocuses. Croci. Ahem.
I was too warm in my thin tweed coat. Yes, I was wearing my knee-high leather winter boots and a long-sleeve black sweater, too, but still, it was balmy today. I drove to some errands with windows down in the car. All the ice is out of the Charlottetown harbour. In fact, this morning the tide was super high, and just now when I was driving to work, it was super low and I could smell that great summery low-tide smell. I know Upper Canadians might not think this smell would be pleasing, but when the ice moves on and the water opens up, it's basically summer.
There's a full moon tomorrow, which would explain the tide. It's also Anders' birthday. Anders was my prom date and is, I'm sure, the only man I'll ever love. He's ruined me for men. Happy birthday, lovah.