Signs of Spring

Spring is on its way.    Really it is.  

Although yesterday's weather felt like Mother Nature's April Fools joke.  

Freezing rain and NO SCHOOL. 

Again ... for the 10th time this winter! 

Walking through the garden this morning, I noticed these early signs of spring.

Snowdrops

Snowdrops - my favourite flower.   I just love these hardy harbingers of Spring.

Crocuses

Crocuses and Irises are starting to poke their heads up.  
It makes me want to go outside and do some yard work.
Raking here I come!

I love seeing all these Spring bulbs and buds on the trees, but the very BEST sign that Spring is on its way is the beautiful Florence has arisen from her winter sleep.  
Welcome back Flo.  Can't wait to take you out girl!
Cheers!

Sweet Dreams Florence

Goodnight Florence

The time has come ...

Frosty Mornings
Minus 10 
 First dusting of snow
 Goodnight Florence 
Sleep Well
See you in the spring!

Meet Florence ...

Meet Florence Rose, our beautiful 1966 Plymouth Fury.   

We purchased her on a whim in 2011.  We were chatting one night,  lamenting the loss of our original Fury who was sadly smashed by an airline bus in Toronto.  As we started scrolling through the online car trader for similar models, Florence jumped right out at us.  We hummed and we hared and then we finally succumbed to her straight lines, sparkling chrome and killer style.  With only 45,000 miles on her, she had been around, but had many more miles in her.

She is quite the Lady: original paint, chrome interior, burgundy seats, lap belts and a V8 under the hood. She is a treat to drive, charging down the road attracting appreciative nods from people who remember her from her heyday.   It is impossible for her to go by unnoticed.  All that sparkling chrome, and chest pounding base, she always "makes an entrance"

It is like taking your living room for a ride.  Over six feet wide, and 17 feet long, we could sleep in her if we had to.  She is our summer time chariot of choice.

I hope you'll hitch a ride and come along as we cruise our way through Nova Scotia.

Cheers

Helen