The university sakura down the street from work, that were buds on Tuesday, were full-blown bloom yesterday, to the delight and surprise of our Japanese parents. My plum is white snow and I must clip a branch to fragrance up my kitchen. I weeded dandelions last night and raked the cherry pits of yesteryear from the not-yet sprouting beds. Must buy garden bags to put them in. And in a fit of spring pro-action, I called the requisite city department to come remove the two derelict bikes locked outside work, a pain always but a disaster in summer when, she sniffs, the amateurs get back on their bikes. 'OK, we'll send a crew to remove them,' the clerk says. 'Will that that be all?' 'Um, don't you need a description of the bicycles?' I suggest mildly. 'So you can tell them from the other bicycles?' that are locked to the bike posts on city property as you ascertained from me at the start? Ah bureaucracy. And ah bureaucracy again: I hope we qualify as city property and not university
Meanwhile Alberta and Thunder Bay are having snow. (Hence those lows of 2) I umm wouldn't mind that either, but I can bicycle in this and so am content. Cannot brunch where I'd like because not only is someone filming on Markham St and one's way is barred every five feet by a (polite and apologetic, I grant you, but then they'd better be) production assistant, but they're filming in my restaurant.