The snow scrunched and squeaked under my boots this morning. Yes, I am still wearing winter boots, complete with strapped-on ice picks, and my long down coat. It is sunny, crisp and clear…a lovely winter’s day, except that it is the end of March. In a normal year, I would be part way through my pruning, and would have started to clear dead, brown leftovers. Late spring is hard on many Canadian gardeners. The spring window for all those clean up, prune, dig, plant, edge chores is compressed, and then boom we’ll have summer. It does give perspective for more northern parts of our majestic country. Patience has always been a required virtue for gardeners. My mantra has become ‘the days are longer, the sun is stronger, spring will come’. I have heard spring birds, and occasionally I can scent spring on the breeze. We will appreciate spring weather even more when it finally arrives, and until then I get my dose of fresh green from photos!