Slowly/lentement growth is unfurling in Montreal. The ash tree outside my window is bursting with fat furry buds.
A neighbour's plant snaked its way under her fence and our patio stones to find a sunny spot against R's artisanal parging.
In the garden the garlic cloves I planted last fall have sprouted. Yay!
And of course, rhubarb!
One of the reasons we decided to move to this neigbhourhood was the trees. It was August when we were looking for a place and the rest of the city was dry and hot. Even the grass and the trees on the mountain were yellowing. We came to the Pointe that was *so* green there was moss on the trees. I've since witnessed that the only time there isn't moss is during the cold-freeze of winter. So this is another sign of spring...