We're now in the second half of the semi-final Canadian winter vs spring annual play-off game. You will recall that in the second quarter spring scored a really big one by raising the temperature high enough that we all went out in sweatshirts and running shoes. The sap plunked merrily into the collecting vats; the chickadees started their 'Hey Sweetie!' spring calls.
However, after a regrouping at half time, winter is now fighting back. Ignoring the date on the calendar, it is producing -15ºC temperatures, holding on to every last scrap of black scruffy ice it can find and really hitting back. The tiny shoots of spring flowers are cowering underground; Canada geese are on hold waiting for the ice to go out.
Wait a minute. I see a huddle of robins on the soft ground the sun has thawed. I hear one forward jay giving its spring 'Doink-doink' call. Will a female answer, beak agape for a courting sunflower kernel? Will tomorrow be warmer? Can I put my snowmobile boots away?
We have a time-out called here. Things may change very quickly now.
Or not. This is eastern Ontario, after all.