Despite the forecast, act like it’s spring —Lily Pulitzer In Bloor West Village, Toronto the sprawling oak tree in my backyard has the tiniest buds. His gnarled brown branches reach skyward, both ancient and elegant. I have named him “Abe”. Back in Delta, my hometown, everything is green, wet and fertile. And I while I miss the familiar earlier explosion of spring, I find an appreciation of the austere beauty of my neighborhood and the small hints of warmer weather to come. Today, a chilly wind and the smell of snow greets the Spring Equinox. Whether your first day of…
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