March is still wintertime in Newfoundland. The temperature is still firmly below zero, the snow is still stubbornly coating the ground, and the sidewalks have yet to sprout.
But today, walking downtown, there was a feeling of spring. Not the actual presence of spring, of course, but a sort of small foreshadowing. It’s a little warmer today, and the sun is bright, and I left the house wearing light wool socks instead of heavy. I even loosened my scarf.
Someday–not soon, but not to far away–it will be warm enough to plant things again.