Winter. It’s never really over until the fat robin sings… at least 50 times.
We’re always reminded of that in April when mother nature says, “Here, have another helping!”
We had snow last night in Toronto, quite a lot for mid-April. I went out with my camera as I often do early in the morning after an ice storm or dusting of snow leaves the spring flowers shocked but photogenic. My Tulipa fosteriana ‘Orange Emperor’ bowed down – humiliating for an emperor.
Tulipa praestans ‘Shogun’ seemed less martial arts this morning, more ‘shivering’.
Sweet little Iris aucheri ‘Ocean Magic’ looked like Arctic Ocean magic….
…. and Muscari latifolium wore a tiny white toque.
Hyacinthus ‘Gipsy Queen’ looked like she wanted to move her caravan somewhere warmer.
Lovely Narcissus ‘Golden Echo’, my new favourite daffodil whose virtues I extolled here last year, hung her head sadly.
Snakeshead fritillaries (Fritillaria meleagris) seemed less than impressed.
Miss ‘Beth Evans’ (Corydalis solida) swooned. I’m not sure why, her kin come from northern Europe – she should be used to this spring trickery!
In the back garden, the resident cardinals were quiet – why sing when you can stay warm in the cedar hedge?
But out on the street, the sparrows kept up their spirits, and reminded me to keep mine up, too. After all, April snow showers bring (back) spring flowers, right?
