Finally … It’s Spring

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Sorry for the cheater post, but we’re moving tomorrow and I have a birthday cake experiment to attend to.

The trees are still bare, and there are some holdout snowbanks scattered around, but Gren no longer comes home from the park in need of an immediate hose-down.

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The local starlings have already started to build their nests in my neighbour’s decrepit roof. Reminds me of the starling family that lived in our bathroom ceiling in St. John’s for three years.

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It’s not very warm — in fact, local horticulturists here are warning gardeners to hold off on spring planting in Ottawa until the beginning of June.  But the grass is starting to turn green, and the bulbs are starting to put forth leaves.

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And in some cases, even flowers.

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And stuff I planted late last fall in a haphazard manner in the middle of a storm is even growing.

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This will be rhubarb soon.  That means pie.  And crumble.  And fool. And beverages.

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And irises in Ontario grow much better than the ones I had in Newfoundland.

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Can we say it’s finally spring?  I think so.  Let’s.

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Summer in St. John’s

Dandelion Forest

The harbingers of summer here in Newfoundland are not the dandelions taking over the green spaces (although they do that, too), nor are they the rare but blindingly beautiful cloudless skies.

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No, they’re icebergs, and their smaller components, growlers and bergy bits.  Actually, now that I think about it, that’s pretty typical of this upside-down province: ice is the herald of warm summer days.  After all, Gren and I were out in a (short) blizzard just three days ago.

When the Pie and I were here house-hunting in June of 2008, St. John’s was experiencing one of the best years for icebergs in a long time.

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Then we moved here, and, true to form, saw barely any ice for the next three years.  This year, however, is another good one for ice, and you don’t have to stray too far from town to see it. This one was nestled in Quidi Vidi Bay a few weeks ago.

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It was worth struggling over slippery rocks in high winds and sleet to get a better view.  Unfortunately I only had my phone with me, so the picture quality isn’t what it could be.

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The Pie wasn’t too happy without his touque.

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These ones are off the shores of Blackhead, a tiny ancient settlement between St. John’s and Cape Spear.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

I wanted to get all three in one shot but they were really far apart.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

We headed a little further south to see if we could get a different angle and ended up at Dead Man’s Cove for these pictures.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

A very nice lady took our picture with a berg.  Unfortunately the berg looks more put together than we do.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

Then we found these bits up in Middle Cove.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

That’s the Pie down there on the beach.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

There were bits of ice all broken up on the beach.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

I got to touch a piece.  It was very cold.  If I hadn’t been worried about the pollution I would have taken it home and put it in a drink.

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove

Bergs at Blackhead and Middle Cove