It is the traditional weekend when we Canadians plant our gardens and set out our bedding plants. But my oh my it is cold. I will plant my seeds this weekend anyway.
My plants await their summer homes. They gaze longingly out the patio door windows. The seeds are getting restless. They tremble and rattle against each other. They yearn for the dark rich soil. They ache for the warm sun. They have things to do. They have waited long enough.
So have I.
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