Global weather patterns are beyond repair. Climate change is here. Or, should I say, the appropriate climate change from winter to spring is actually NOT here.
Spring, indeed, has NOT sprung.
Spring, officially, arrived in late March in the Great White North.
But aside from a few days that I wasn't around to experience, no one told Mother Nature or the weather f*ckcasters, who called for 20 C-plus this weekend (that's around 70F for you Americans).
In fact, it appears we're skipping spring and summer altogether. And here's the proof.
Believe me, the picture does not clearly show the depressing reality of what can only be termed a minor snow squall in May. A light but steady snowfall is coming down. The proof is on the ground. Ugh.
Today, anticipating those temperatures the weather f*ckcasters promised, I embarked on what most of us call spring cleaning. And you know what a gargantuan task that is for me.
But I set out on that course with vigour, heartened by the f*ckcast and even considering, later in the day if there was time, going out to a !!!GASP!!! greenhouse to buy some plants that I could nurture through the !!!GASP!!! summer.
In fact, I even bought two $25 coupons from a guy at work whose daughter is selling them to go on a school trip, thinking I'd help her out AND spruce up the approach to my apartment at the same time.
(You'll note the pic below also includes a leaflet for grass fertilizer. I don't know why these companies waste these brochures on apartment dwellers who HAVE no grass to grow, cut or fertilize, but it shows that, REALLY, it IS supposed to be spring in these parts).
So anyway, once HomoDonnEscapeons alerted me to the fact it was snowing outside, I had a look at where I planned to plant these green boys of summer. And this is what it looks like right now.
The summer reruns will begin, as promised...if summer ever arrives.