I hope you don’t mind if I squeak this one in before the warm weather settles on us for good.
My brother sent a picture of giant snowflakes falling in the Québec Laurentians earlier this week, big fluffy cotton balls dotting the screen and resting in a pile of white on the spruce branches. I thought it was beautiful but the locals may have a different idea in April.
Still, it feels like we are in a moment of soup. …