Adventures in Turned Tables…
When I was growing up in Ontario, every year around this time, I would hear a conversation between my Dad and his mom. The conversation would always go something like this:
Dad (in Ontario): We got another (1/6/8) feet of snow last night.
Grandma (in Victoria): Three new (tulips/daffodils/crocuses) are up in the garden this morning.
And so, with my Grandma and her garden in mind, I have the following to say to all of you digging out from last week’s storm: The cherry blossoms on campus are starting to bloom.