Maybe summer. Maybe.

The latest snowfall in this city that I remember was about 15 cm on a June fifteenth. So I never take the signs of summer, nor even of spring, as givens. Things can change.

But today, the 29th of May, it is almost thirty degrees in our backyard. We've dried not just one but two loads of wet laundry on the line. And, my favourite harbinger of summer, the forget-me-nots have started to bloom.