---Sunshine in Detroit never lasts long this time of year; if we're lucky, we'll get an hour of sun in the morning before light succumbs to clouds for the rest of the day... and the next day, and the day after that, seemingly ad infinitum. But I can tell by the angle of the light this morning- spring is coming. Even though it's 8F outside right now. With a -15F windchill. Gah. I hear tell we're getting a heatwave this weekend: 43F. T-shirt time! It's been months since I felt the sun on my arms. The cold this time of year is so relative.
Another reason I know spring is on the way: I start my sweet pea seedlings this weekend. The variety I'm growing is Cuthbertson Floribunda. Is there a lovelier flower than sweet peas? Ok, maybe yes; maybe a big, fat heirloom variety of peony. But then, I like flowers with lots and lots of scent. I don't understand the point, say, of all those gaudy hybrid roses with absolutely no scent left in them. Gauche.
I know I'm getting older because I love flowers a little more every year.