I started this journal no fewer than three times today and ended up saving the other two ideas – several paragraphs’ worth – for journals down the road. May can leave me looking inwards an awful lot, so I’ll be happy to have a few in my back pocket to share with you that don’t have to do with love, loss, Lauren and Mother’s Day. To the saved file they go!
 
Oh, my heart leapt when I saw that temperatures back in my old stomping grounds in Ontario were into the 20s yesterday. I saw 680 meteorologist Jill Taylor say that the hot spot was Borden at 26.8. And that wasn’t just noteworthy because Borden’s never really been considered a hot spot – ever! I’m so glad that winter finally seems to have gotten the message to get out and STAY out. Doubtless there are a few sunburns today on those who really didn’t quite believe the sun was actually out, or who just didn’t care.
 
For the record, I did go back to see what Wiarton Willie had to say three months ago today: he predicted six more weeks of winter. SIX WEEKS? That would have been a picnic compared to the rotten cold and endless snow and ice that beset Southern Ontario right up until this past Sunday, when I saw City TV’s Melanie Ng had posted a picture of her patio furniture covered in more than a light dusting of snow. This rodent prognostication stuff has just got to stop. I mean, seriously!
 
Okay, I’m half kidding. People do what they have to do to get through winter and that may include pretending to care what some cranky, sleep-deprived groundhog has to say. But the important thing is that spring has actually sprung. Carpe Diem, my friends. And don’t forget the sunscreen.