A few days into the new year, I came across a planter on Fort Street. It had flowers in it. Real flowers. I touched them in disbelief, even though I grew up here.
It's my first winter in Victoria after seventeen years, and though, intellectually, my mind knows that flowers can grow outside in Victoria, evidently, my heart and soul, shriveled by Ottawa Februaries, had forgotten.
A few weeks into the new year, I made my way up Fort Street and spotted a tiny pink rose, no more than two inches by two inches (and possibly less), burgeoning bravely amid the rose hips.
Roses? Rose hips??? I thought to myself, turning the corner to find my street exploding with robins.
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