On a walk to my car from Metro the other day I noticed how I was no longer noticing the early spring. As if it were normal to see buttercups and dandelions in February. As if the balmy air was to be expected.

Winter has no time for us this year, and I’m glad of it. We’re not emerging from a dark tunnel of cold and snow.

In the past, a mild winter has felt like cheating. Not this year. I’m glad of the warmth and greenery — even though I know we will pay for it with a hot summer.

But for now the year is a circle, not a spiral. We are walking the high road.

Photo: ontariowildflower.com