Day of Action

So what was I doing on this day of international protest? Making my own comment on the state of the world by cycling down to Kew Gardens. Springtime...blossom. Lifts the spirits...

 

 

 

Not forgetting the pagoda:

 

Comments

[Noga]

Yes, there is something so cheerful and refreshing about the sight of trees in full bloom, isn't there?

Here in Montreal the weather is still crummy though the snow is gone, except for some blackened piles on the edges of shopping mall parking lots.

Not a green blade of grass in sight yet. But spring is definitely here. How do I know?

One of the first smells of spring, that comes with the thaw of months-long snow and ice is a sort of stench. Yes, stench. In the first two or three weeks that the thaw sets in, there is the stench of all the decomposing organisms (and other bodily products, mainly of dogs with recalcitrant owners) which had been trapped in the ice since December.

I smell this foul air, long before I can see a first bud or a green leaf or even a tulip (an early riser announcing spring). And even as I crinkle my nose in disgust, my heart lifts with the joy.

[Mick H]

Montreal? I don't know why, but somehow I'd thought of you as living in Toronto, Noga.

London's further north than Montreal. Thank God for the Gulf Stream. (Though this year spring's arrived early - March was unusually sunny.)

[DaninVan]

Sechelt, B.C: they've promised us 15deg C. this weekend and I'M HOLDING THEM TO IT!!! Enough of this cold and wet already. (5 C. yesterday...#$%*!)